False Dichotomy vs. Who Cares is so relevant to the daily bullshit of my life. I'm etching it into the insides of my eyelids just as a general reminder. Thanks for hitting the nail directly on the head yet again.
@Lily Rowan I was a tween about the same time 3LW was cranking out such hits as "Playas Gon Play" and "Baby Ima Do It Right". They were a Disney thing, or former Disney kids, or something. One of them dated that horrible Kardashian brother (not one of the Jenners, the one with the fancy sock line).
Jolie, I think of you every time I hand wash my bras and practice saying "braws" in my head. So happy to hear from you here, and I will be checking out the Deadspin columns ASAP!
Jesus christ, I am so happy to live in a city where is is 100% normal and standard to have bars on your windows and doors.
I'm so thrilled you mentioned the recombobulation area at Mitchell International Airpot in Milwaukee! It's my home base. On a recent long wait for a flight, I perused the Mitchell Aviation Museum, which is really just a small room in C concourse. It showcases memorabilia of significant Wisconsin pilots, including Major Dick Bong, after whom the snigger-inducing Bong Recreation Center off of I-94 is named.
What would Sarah Haskins say?
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Oof, all that jealousy stuff really makes me cringe. It takes me back to a shitty place. I'm so so so glad I don't have fights with my partner over exes and random lady friends now that I've learned to deal with my jealousy constructively.
Also, yes, this relationship does look terrible in light of all these fights, but I also feel like we would all look equally as terrible, and are certainly not all terrible.
I think a lot of this self-entitled yelling from totally oblivious people is very, very gendered. I've waited tables in lots of business men in suits frequented places, and those men are always SCREAMING into their cellphone or yelling loudly at each other (but, jovially I guess, not necessarily aggressively) and generally disturbing everyone around them. These are the same men who push their chairs out as far as possible, sit with their legs fully spread and their elbows on tables, and then ignore me when I try to yell over them to alert them I have their food or am trying to take away dirty plates or ask if they want another drink or whatever. I've taken to actually screaming over them, which they of course dislike coming from a tiny lady. I've also noticed, lately, men in public spaces pushing past me, or walking almost straight into me without apologising. Also men sitting on the train taking up way too much space next to me and making me uncomfortable. I think men, generally, have a sense of physical entitlement to space (at some conscious or unconscious level) which makes us lady people feel smaller and angers them when we point it out or question it, like this Norman fellow. It really pisses me off, to the point that I'm now wilfully rude to men in the street who barrel past me. Today I even contemplated clapping one over the back with my wallet, but resisted in an act of sensibility.
My immediate thought was that these kids are seeking solace in something they would do on a normal day - a familiar ritual that puts them at ease for another kind of ritual that they might not yet have experienced in their lives. It's also an interesting way of broadcasting one's grief, and not that far removed from the ever-present "RIP such and such" facebook status. While it does seem a bit tasteless, I don't think it's right to shame people- especially young people who are potentially grappling with grief for the first time- with how they express their grief.