suddenly viscerally remembered when I was in first grade and decided that “I got a boo boo” was too childish of a way to communicate to my mom that I’d gotten hurt.
I was a bookish kid though, so instead I switched to “mommy, I’ve been wounded” which in retrospect must’ve been a little odd to hear from a six-year-old.
on the first day of classes professors will usually ask us to fill out a little notecard with our name, pronouns, major, and email. one dude in one of my history classes was very clearly one of those Anti-SJW Bullshit People and went “Uhhh pronouns? Ha, what’s that supposed to mean? I’m clearly a dude I don’t understand what you’re asking” and the professor just looked him in the eye and went “If you don’t know what a pronoun is then maybe a college level course isn’t for you” and i think about her every single day of my life
Some Twitter reactionary called these “cuck carts” and it ruined me because now when I go to a store that has these I immediately think on entering “where are the cuck carts? I hope they have cuck carts available today”
Literally I think one of the most evil things in the world is plastic surgeons dueting girl’s tiktoks and explaining what procedures they should get to reach their ‘potential optimal beauty’ or whatever. one of those just came up on my ig explore page and i think we should kill all plastic surgeons with tiktok accounts. “And then just a couple botox injections riiighhhht there and there-” they’re going to have to inject botox into your corpse in order to make your casket viewing even possible after I bash your fucking face in you parasitic piece of shit
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