YALL I MEET MY FAVORITE BAND ON FRIDAY AFTER I WENT TO THIER SHOW AND THE LEAD SINGER CRAIG MABBIT, MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE ARIES, GAVE ME A HUG, SHOOK MY HAND, AND SAID HE LIKED MY BOOTS!!!!!! (To be fair, I misheard the word boots and thought he said boobs, so I didn’t say thank you in fear the rest of the band would think he’s weird.)
But they’re soooooo nice. I recommend this band.
I would like to thank my super nice neighbor and his girlfriend for taking me to the concert! They’re sooo nice too!
Here’s a pic of me with all of them (yes, I know I’m fat, but that’s not the point):
anyone who acts like there’s some kind of implicit understanding or sisterhood between all women is straight up lying
i made this post specifically about a friend of mine, so let me say this: if you want to be a girl, but feel like you can’t because you would never be comfortable in The Club of Womanhood, don’t worry! feeling like an alienated little weirdo who will never Get what other girls seem to pick up naturally is in fact an extremely Girl experience
truly my LEAST favorite form of advertisement these days is the faux-tiktoker/influencer who is here to Sell Me Something. the “omg unbox my Pureology ™ skincare haul!!!” “doing the #NespressoChallenge!!!” “you guys will not BELIEVE what i got from shein-“ like its scary. its WEIRD. not only do i have no idea who these perfectly manicured, babytalking people are they feel less like real people than even an actual advertiser does. stop trying to make me believe you are my friend. you are something inhuman to me. you are a changeling. you are a brand wearing ill fitting human skin and i see its skeletal shape shift beneath the surface.
Monster fucker this, monster fucker that. What if I want a monster RELATIONSHIP huh?! Monster HAND HOLDING, monster INTIMATE CONVERSATIONS, monster COMFORTABLE SILENCE??
