Please excuse me while I walk over your husband’s corpse like he’s nothing and upon entering the room, ignore your traumatised child in his crib and instead clutch your lifeless body in a demonstration of my love for you: creepy and entirely unhelpful
i love how everyone just knows what this is referencing
sure we’ve never had a woman president, the majority of politicians and CEOs are men, a woman needs a masters degree just to make the same money as a man with a BA doing the same job, rape cases are grossly under prosecuted, and we teach young girls that they’re “asking for” rape based on what they’re wearing
but let’s talk about the REAL issues like how some woman on the internet is selling a coffee mug with the words “male tears” printed on it
I love that point in a friendship when you get what the other person’s style is - their “thing.” You see a knit jersey tie and think of them immediately; a type of weather, a bad movie, a woman’s outfit. You know, with absolute certainty, that your friend would enjoy this thing with you more than anyone else in the world. You feel closer in that moment of recognition, even if they’re not there.
Me: Well, I mean, I can sorta probably get by in Twi but there's a lot of English in that, and Spanish for like holidays maybe, and Dutch and Swedish but that's mostly German, and I'll give Dagaare and Assamese a shot but make a fool of myself, and then obviously Greek and Hebrew and Latin you don't speak...so...and I'm ok with Sumerian and Akkadian, and I'll take a stab at Hittite and Luwian and Eblaite and Ugaritic and I wouldn't say I can READ Middle Egyptian but we're getting there at a stretch