and on a typical day I am pretty twitchy, but watching this (which I have decided is my favorite episode of Buffy) just made me feel like I was going to twitch into oblivion. Everything hurts and haunts and pains and feels and unnerves. Sometimes I can understand how Buffy was too genre to get beyond cult hit, but this episode is just one of the most heart-wrenching accessibly painful things ever.
I cried. Then I cried. Then I cried some more. I paused Netflix got a tissue and drank some water. Then watched again and Anya’s little outburst made me turn into nothing but a watery oblivion.
“Have you seen most of the plus-size sections out there? It’s horrifying. Whoever’s designing for plus-size doesn’t get it. The entire garment needs to be reconceived. You can’t just take a size 8 and make it larger. In my travels, I’ve been an advocate for larger women. I’ve been talking to designers, but only a half-dozen make an effort. Most say, ‘I don’t want a woman who’s a size 10 or 11 wearing my clothes.’ Well, shame on you! It’s not realistic. We need to address real women with real needs.”—
Names as experiences strike me as really external. To change a name is an affront and calls attention to the dynamic in a way that’s off-putting to others like - that isn’t for you, it’s for me, and you’ve complicated my relationship with you. Weird. Weird.
I think about this a lot when I’m…
You wouldn’t believe how much it bothers people that the last name on my Facebook is fake. It’s so very serious to them. It kind of makes me laugh a lot.
I hope Rick Santorum make an awesome character for a DnD campaign, that has the possiblity to break the system, but whenever he tries to roll for any of these awesome moves, he always gets a natural 1.
DM: “I’m sorry Rick. Your sword commits material suicide and turns to ash in front of your face, much like your political campaign.”
Dude… I feel you. Wedding dress shopping is supposed to be fun and make you feel pretty but instead I’ve felt stressed out and had multiple night terrors where I spent the whole time forced in and out of ugly cupcake shaped dresses with giant rosettes on them by some bitchy attendant.