i want a word for the almost-home.
that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.
what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.
give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.
i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.
people talkin like “I thought this was supposed to be the future where are my flying cars”
yall do know that surgeons recently 3D printed a new skull for a woman and that we have machines who learn and recognize themselves in mirrors and recently we found a galaxy that SHOULDN’T EXIST
fuck flying cars, guys
Molly Ringwald was supposed to dance alone but she was too embarrassed so John Hughes made everybody dance.
And thank God he did, or we wouldn’t have one of the most iconic sequences of the 80’s and cinema as a whole.
This is a brilliant moment.
Here we have Kaylee, a mechanic who is not afraid to get a little (or a lot) of grease on her. She lives a pretty rugged life, but you know what? She also loves pretty, frilly things.
Joss could have taken her down the “I’m a tomboy and I scoff at your girly-things” route, but he didn’t. Instead he took her character and said hey, it’s okay to like engines and like pretty frilly things. You don’t have to give up one because it doesn’t fit in with the stereotype of the other.
THIS is the type of message TV should be sending; that you should never change an aspect of yourself just because you don’t fit into a stereotypical box.
Video game store makes the most of their broken shutters. [x]
I need feminism because most men’s restrooms still aren’t equipped with baby changing stations. As someone who was married to a man who had sole custody of his young son, I’m hyperaware that feminism means EQUALITY, not female superiority. Feminism should and does support a man’s right to be as much of a parent to his child(ren) as any mother is allowed/expected to be.
This is a constant problem for Mr. Tea and myself. We’ve got twins, so even though I can change one kid on the change table in the ladies’ room, he’s left standing sort of awkwardly in the lobby with a messy child while I change one, come back, and get the other.
Nobody’s suggesting that men aren’t parents, so the lack of change tables goes well beyond ‘gender role reinforcing’ and straight into ‘ridiculous’.
My dad actually almost got kicked out of a mall once for changing my brother in the womens room of a mall. The only reason they didn’t call the cops on him was because the ladies in the room supported him.
I’d never even considered this but I support it
I have seriously always wondered about this. I mean, most malls and such here have “family” rest rooms with change tables but I mean I have watched many a father bring his child out to the car to change because they don’t have rest room access. I am SO glad this is a post!!
Some have microwaves in them to heat your popcorn before a movie
can you believe that there are legal nipples and illegal nipples
That’s it, that’s actually it.
Robin Thicke is unapologetic about how rapey ‘Blurred Lines’ is, meanwhile the dude who parodied it issues a public apology for one word.
And that is just one reason why I love Weird Al.