I go to the gym sometimes. And like most public gatherings with televisions, CNN is playing.
My earliest memory of Eminem is from the sixth grade, where an older girl played me his Slim Shady LP in our bunk beds at space camp. (I go hard, guys.)
To the chagrin of aspiring white rappers everywhere, comedy podcasts have swagged their way into totally #blowingup over the past few years.
Theon Greyjoy: Every fraternity pledge class has a mistake. Often, this is the person who’d you’d least expect to be downright awful–they’ll have a relatively normal background, are good enough at holding a conversation, and on the surface, appear to be “just another dude.”
That’s the other thing about passing. People feel like they’re safe to be homophobes in front of you.
I spent enough time in the church to know that this is not what Jesus taught.
Love is my Christianity. Reaching out and hugging people, despite our differences, is my Christianity. Opening myself to new perspectives and beliefs and accepting them, even if they don’t coincide with my personal values, is my Christianity. Caring about other people and their hearts is my Christianity. Celebration is my Christianity.
Internalized misogyny is a helluva drug.
In a single, simple line at the end, Ride is said to be survived by “Tam O’Shaughnessy, her partner of 27 years.” That was it. No big magazine cover. No revelation on Oprah. No scandal. No controversy. No politics. Just love.
We rip apart young people for not working hard enough or not having jobs and then we rip them apart again for working hard and having jobs. How dare this generation not support themselves immediately out of college! How dare they ask their parents for money! How dare they have massive student loans! Wait, what? A young girl has a well-paying job and acknowledges her debt? BURN HER, FOR SHE IS A WITCH.