“If you SAY you’re a feminist, then FUCK like a feminist.”
I’d buy that t-shirt. Make it so, Sam Bee.
Hell, can I get that tattooed on my lower abdomen?
I accidentally saw something fucking AWFUL in Facebook’s “trending” news sidebar, and felt pretty close to either crying or throwing up at my desk.
I took a few minutes to breathe, then went online in pursuit of a palate cleanser. I put #Scandal on Netflix out of habit, just for background noise to finish out the workday, but didn’t realize which episode I’d left off at.
Y’all? Never underestimate the healing power of Marcus and Mellie bangin’ on a desk.
(The other thing will likely still roam the halls of my brain for a couple days, but #MellieBelly does help.)
Let’s make it happen, y’all.
(See also: #DonnyJohnny.)
Dear Everyone Who’s Told Me I Should Watch My Crazy Ex-Girlfriend,
I am so very sorry I didn’t listen. My entire life is canceled until I’ve seen them all.
Sincerest apologies from me and my heavy boobs,
Adele: “So I’m reading this wrong?”
Felix: “Well, you did just mix mood stabilizers with gin, darling.”
Adele: “That’s brunch.”
— Orphan Black