“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?
“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?
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,
Smug
Here’s a video of the half-hour Q&A with Amy Schumer from earlier today at the Free Library of Philadelphia, because technology is amazing. (Except I can’t seem to get the video to embed here, even with the code, so maybe technology is a dick.)
Also, damn, like 2 hours after the event, my Twitter feed (ahem…@smug_singleton…#shameless) had blown up about what an asshole she is, so today’s been an interesting mental journey.
“I don’t believe that. Where do you get those numbers?”
“Reality.”
I just got a comment that referenced handjobs, so obviously it’s time to post this again.
This happens to me all the time.
It’s been a while since I shared this one. It bears repeating now and then.
This morning on my way to work, I was letting my mind wander to the Bad Place, wherein I dwell on how thoroughly and painfully I’ve misjudged a given situation.
And then “Danger Zone” came on the radio. Ha ha ha — well played, Universe. I’ll refocus.
I don’t have depression, but once in a while I need a day or two (or, um, five…) of doing nothing and not talking to anyone, and yep, it usually ends up with me wearing my bathrobe and watching some show I’ve seen several times before. This year it’s been Scandal. I’m on my third run through the series. I did this over the weekend, and it was glorious, and it reminded me of this bit: “Oh, depression. This is the best day you’ve ever had.”
The video came from this article, which links to many more quality comedic gems from Oswalt and others.
I’ve posted this before, but it’s just the perfect morning for it to come up on the iPod shuffle and remind me what’s what. Thanks, Universe.
“How can I deal with this, if he won’t get with this?
Am I gonna heal from this? He won’t admit to it.
Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out.
It’s time the truth was out that he don’t give a shit about me.”