lazyleezard:

I know we’re supposed to focus on the intimacy of that scene but am I the only one who can’t stop thinking about the audience ??? bc they went from discussing meds and hospital after major trauma to these two speaking in german while grabbing and feeling each other like they’re about to fuck

and poor wymack isn’t getting paid for all this bullshit (betsy on the other hand IS bc won bets bc it’s her job) (kevin’s just being a huge child bc they’re not prioritising Exy over everything else)

coldsaturn: coldsaturn: dysfunctional-college-roommates: wymack: Just imagine Neil gets his first smartphone because he gets really into fighting people on Twitter and wants mobile access. He would be so confused on how to use the phone and he’s always asking Nicky for help. ‘What the hell I just wanted to text Andrew why did all of these…

dailysuperhusbands:

ULTIMATE END #2

gehayi:

profeminist:

myfeministawakening:

I was inspired by several articles about the Tampon Tax recently and some of the protests against the categorization of tampons as “luxury items,” so I made this up. It’s funny because it’s true.

Tampons are a “luxury item”

Once I worked as an intern in the state capital. One of the representatives I worked for was this middle-aged guy. And he hated the tampon and napkin machines in the women’s bathrooms. Hated them. He insisted that they weren’t necessary.

I found out why after I’d been working there, oh, about a month. My period started suddenly, as it sometimes does, and I asked to excuse myself to go to the ladies’ room. He wanted to know why. I told him.

He started ranting about how lazy women were. How we wasted time. How we were so careless and unhygenic, and that there was no call for that. He finished by telling me that I certainly was NOT going to the ladies’ room and that I was just going to sit there and work. He finished this off with a decisive nod, as if I’d just been told and there could be no possible argument.

“If I don’t go,” I said in an overly patient tone, “the blood is going to soak through my pants, stain my new skirt that I just bought, and possibly get on this chair I’m sitting in. I need something to soak up the blood. That’s why I need to go to the bathroom.”

His face turned oatmeal-gray; an expression of pure horror spread across his face. He leaned forward and whispered, “Wait, you mean that if you don’t go, you’ll just keep on bleeding? I thought that women could turn it off any time that they wanted!”

I thought,  You have got to be kidding.

Several horrified whispers later, I learned that he wasn’t. He actually thought a) that women could shut down the menstrual cycle at will, b) that we essentially picked a week per month to spend more time in the bathroom, i.e. to goof off, and c) that napkins and tampons were sex toys paid for by Health and Human Services. I didn’t know the term then, but he believed that tampons were dildos. Which was why he and a good number of his friends considered them luxuries.

And that’s how, at twenty, I had to give a talk on menstruation to a middle-aged married state representative who was one of my bosses. American politics, ladies and gentlemen.

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………. what did i just watch?

coralisbadillo: warpedlamp: When a plan goes off without a hitch when it shouldn’t have worked at all. #this chicken is dangerous