i'm a happy go lucky scamp...
@coolallison I was there all night, but never got into the gallery. But the chanting/screaming at 11:45-12:05 was one of the most powerful (and loudest!) experiences of my life. I felt extremely humbled even to be a part of it. But like @whoaisme said up there: total Democracy Hangover this morning...
@Miss Maszkerádi I am embarrassed to admit that I tried to *make* myself have the Big Rom-Com Realization with a guy friend, because I knew he was interested and I thought (at the ripe age of 24) that my lack of a love life was the result of my being "too picky", so clearly I should stop being a demanding bitch and just settle for this nice young man who might be a little bland, yes, but had nothing objectively wrong with him. This was a very dumb decision and I got the ultimate cosmic comeuppance when it turned out that his blandness was actually a carefully-cultivated front for a terrifying streak of lying self-loathing self-involved bullshit asshattery that ran deeper and darker than the fucking Marianas Trench. Served me right, obviously, but the moral of this story is if you don't feel it, you don't feel it, and fuck Hollywood for making us believe otherwise.
@brainchild And every so often she sat down with her husband and discussed the division of household and child-raising labor. Even though it was logical that she do more of those chores, she and her husband agreed that she should not be responsible for all of them, so they came to an agreement they could both live with and stuck with that agreement and she never had to unload the dishwasher again.
Feeling - All the opinions at once. Welling from an unstemmable source of "What are you, some kind of idiot?"
How to eat it - These words are crunchy, and probably slightly salty. Use them as your biscuity base, and smother with Nutella. Finish the jar using a spoon
FEELING: Nostalgia/homesickness for a particular location gives way to the gut-punching, breath-stealing realization that the nostalgia is tied to a particular time period; that even if you were to go back to the location, it would not be the same as it was before. Nothing will ever be the same as it was back then. And even if you take your children to this place, they will not experience it the same way you did. You cannot recreate the familiar happiness for them.
HOW TO EAT IT: The largest block of Cadbury Dairy Milk Chocolate you can get your hands on. Pairs well with the tears that will slide into the corners of your mouth.
Once upon a time a lady loved her short haircut, even though her mother kept telling her to "grow that out or people will think you're a dyke." The lady rolled her eyes for years, until one day she said, "So what if I was? Who gives a shit?" very loudly, even though she's straight. Her mother didn't have anything to say to that, and then later on the lady grew her hair out because she missed ponytails.
Once upon a time, a lady and her sweet gentleman friend figured out that getting married wasn't really their scene, and that they'd rather go to music festivals and motorcycle races than have babies. They got drunk on Saturday nights and took turns picking records and dancing in their living room, and sometimes they used Garage Band to make songs that no one in their right mind would want to listen to. The drew inappropriate concept art for their terrible albums and put it on the fridge. They did this well into their old age and no one thought they were weird or selfish or sad. The End.
Once upon a time, a woman read an article online that actually made her feel better about herself and life in general. And then she read the comments after it and there wasn't a single horrible, nasty, hateful one in the bunch. The comments turned out to be as life-affirming and wonderful as the article. The woman smiled.
Once there was a woman who had always been taught that she had to live a certain way, or no one would love her, and her life would be ruined, and there would be no way of fixing bad choices. She did not believe her own choices were bad ones, or that she could not fix those choices if they were, but she had never met anyone else who agreed, and so she was afraid to live her own way.
Then one day she found someone who thought her choices were great choices. "Really?" she said. "Of course," he said. "You're a smart person, and even if you make some bad choices, you will be able to fix them." "I've always thought that myself," she said. And so they lived happily ever after, making pretty good choices, and fixing the choices they made that were not that great, and having adventures in between times.
Once upon a time, there were some people whose gender wasn't always obvious to other people who'd just met them for the first time. So the people they met simply asked what pronoun they preferred when the question seemed appropriate, and occasionally complimented them on that awesome asymmetrical haircut or that cute pinstriped vest. Sometimes small children would seem a bit confused upon meeting these people, but parents would simply explain "Honey, not everyone has to be a boy or a girl, everyone can dress however they like, and nobody has to explain themselves to others right away." This made perfect sense and shocked absolutely nobody. The End.