Prominant NPCs do not approve.


Survey of /r/mensrights turns up pretty much exactly what you’d expect.

White, male, 17-20 years-old, and disconnected from reality.

One important question (as this data is otherwise slightly surprising in that it skews very young for a group that complains a lot about divorce law/child support): How does this compare to the overall demographics of Reddit?

Is this an accurate presentation of the men’s rights movement, or only a presentation of the men’s rights movement on Reddit?


My mom bought 50 rolls of toilet paper and 10 boxes of tampons cause there was a sale and she had coupons and I wonder if this is how moms have fun or something

Last year, my mother was proud of getting her five pounds of matzahs for a dollar, until I revealed I had—through clever use of doubled coupons—gotten the supermarket to pay me a dollar to take five pounds of matzahs.

Don’t knock couponing. It’s surprisingly fun.

politics don’t matter to me. i never judge someone on what their beliefs are.

straight white guys who have never had their rights voted on probably (via prairielullaby)

Someone’s political beliefs are literally one of the only things you SHOULD judge them on.


When I was younger some one told me gin was just like vodka so I mixed some in orange juice and never fully trusted that person again

My first exposure to gin, I was told it tasted like gasoline. Though I later decided it tasted more like a bush that was on on fire, I don’t feel like I was steered wrong.



parents who vaccinate their children without their consent are terrible parents, no exceptions.

parents who let their children die of completely preventable diseases because they think 8 year olds are capable of making their own medical decisions are terrible parents. no exceptions

First off: The OP is a moron who would willfully endanger the lives of children.

Second off: The OP very obviously doesn’t have children and has never cared for them. (I’m going to guess that he/she is in high school, maaaybe college.) You know what my son doesn’t consent to? Being put down. Being picked up. Being taken out to the park. Being taken inside from the park. Food that isn’t cookies. Naps. Antibiotics. Not being allowed to pull wine glasses down on his head. Bedtime. Not being the center of attention at all times. Not being given foods he’s allergic to. Other kids not giving him their toys. Not being allowed to lick stroller wheels. Or in other words: Toddlers are idiots who cannot give meaningful consent, so their guardians must make decisions in their best interests.

(Or as any parent would tell you: No shit, sherlock.)







jackie knows.

thank you uncle jackie

Best thing my mother ever taught me. Just because you’re related to them by blood, it doesn’t mean they’re family, it doesn’t mean you can’t choose not to have them in your life. Only you get to decide who your family is.

Pack all the way, ladies and gents

I am so grateful for my chosen family. I love my blood family because they’re my blood family, but they will never be as close to me or care as much about me as my chosen family. 

My mom’s best friend was more her sister than the one her mama bore.

I haven’t talked to my mother’s sister in five years. I feel guilty I’m not making it home to my Aunt Monica’s for Passover. Again. *shame*

We don’t speak to a bunch of the blood relatives—I’m not sure they’re even aware of my son’s existence. But my parents’ best friends from college, high school and fourth grade all needed to get announcement calls that my wife was pregnant.


Rule1: always post the rules
Rule 2: Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 11 new ones
Rule 3: Tag 11 people and link them to the post
Rule 4: Actually tell them you tagged them

1. what was your first concert like?
I went to see The Rolling Stones with my whole…

Rule 1: Do what amuses you.

Rule 2: Break chain emails / forwards / whatever.

Rule 6: There is no rule six.

New questions:

1. You can only watch three movies for the next year. What are they?
Princess Bride, Ghostbusters, Monty Python and the Holy Grail. All of which I’ve seen enough to have mostly memorized anyway. (Them, and Rocky Horror.)

2. Why did you love your favourite band in High School? 
Weird Al was my introduction to modern pop music and my key to being popular in certain circles (mostly at CTY).

3. If you could go back in time and punch one person in the face, who would it be? 
My former boss at my first job out of college, the crook who ruined everyone’s credit ratings.

4. What is your favourite fandom you were ever involved in?
Glee, I guess? I’ve never been strongly involved in a fandom. If you expanded out to “internet community”, then the Talking Time LP crowd, hands down.

5. Do you have a go-to favourite quote? What is it? 
I have a go-to favorite quote for just about every situation. Many of them make no sense unless you know me and my thought processes really well.

6. What was your best year? 
Hurm. All of my post-freshman years of college were pretty great. The 2010-2011 corridor was actually quite good, as b-school was also good for me. 2006, 2012 and 2013 had noteworthy high points but also serious lows. 2008 sucked hairy goat ass.

7. If you could do anything you wanted and money was not an issue, what would it be?
Probably a little of a lot of different things. A little writing, a little financial management, a little teaching, a little acting, a little woodworking, etc etc. I’ve never had the passion to declare “I want to do this thing every day forever.”

8. Pick one: unicorns, dragons, or mermaids. 
Dragons. Though if you’d said alicorns, there would be a competition here. (Mermaids were never in the running: I hate swimming.)

9. Which fictional character would you most like to have a real life relationship with? 
Romantic, or just friendly? Because I feel like hanging out with the Gilmores would be a laugh riot, but I wouldn’t want to date either of them.

10. Have you ever stopped reading a book because you hated it so much? What was it? 
I made it three hundred pages into Cryptonomicon before I just couldn’t take it anymore. Nothing made sense and very little had actually happened.

11. Do you wanna dance?

With you?



Romantic love is overrated anyway.

And do not STOP working on yourself or growing as an individual when you have a partner.

I’m not really sure when the post thinks you _should_ look for love. When you’re in a relationship?



Romantic love is overrated anyway.

And do not STOP working on yourself or growing as an individual when you have a partner.

I’m not really sure when the post thinks you _should_ look for love. When you’re in a relationship?


In the spirit of Throwback Thursday, and in the looming shadow of Passover, i dug up two old comics i did way before i knew what a Tumblr was. They “attempt” to “explain” two often little-understood Jewish holidays, drawn in 2009 and 2010 respectively. The Passover comic is a direct follow-up to the Hanukkah comic, so i’ve included both for context.

These comics are neither accurate nor informative.

For more information on anything in this life, please consult Wikipedia.

I need to have more holiday parties to tell the true story behind them.


Hey! People!

Getting chosen is awesome!

Deciding you want a thing and elbowing your way in the front door or sneaking up the back steps is also awesome!

You want a thing? Go make it happen!

Use the channels that work for you, make you comfortable, and fit with your thing!

You don’t know how…

Success is a mixture of dumb luck and persistence. The latter is under your control.


do men have resting bitch faces as well or do they not have negative characteristics ascribed to them for putting on a neutral rather than a deliriously happy facial expression

Subconsciously, we judge people—and this matters most for politicians, but it affects everyone—by their mix of looking “strong” (angry, powerful, bitchy) and looking “warm” (kind, nurturing, emotional). It’s a delicate balance for everyone, and it’s not the same for men and women, and it varies by position and situation.

Here’s a fascinating exercise: Find a picture of Ronald Reagan or Bill Clinton’s “resting” face. Cover the eyes and you’ll see that they’re smiling and seem “warm.” Then cover the mouth and you’ll notice their eyes and eyebrows look angry. They naturally presented a blend of the two at all times. This isn’t all of what made them effective politicians, but it helped.

And after reading that, I guarantee that you’re going to try to make that face yourself the next time you’re alone at a mirror.



Okay, the thing is: This woman trips over her own biases (“What I want” and “What my parents think I should want” match for relatively few people; some boys are interested in long-term relationships and some girls aren’t—and there’s no reason to push the impetus on women), but does make a good point: When you’re at college, you’re probably engrossed in the largest concentration of people of your caliber, who share some of your interests, who are at the same life stage as you, and who are generally single and looking that you will ever see. If one of your long-term life goals is marriage and children (which is doesn’t have to be by any means, but for some people it is), just like planning your career by networking and getting internships, you need to put resources towards long-term dating.

You need to put resources towards the things that actually matter to you, which might mean academics, or pursuing a career, or developing an artistic talent, or building a friend circle, or finding romance. The thing I’ve noticed is that the things you really care about are the things you actually put the time and effort into without being prompted by an outside source. I spent my college career sinking hundreds of hours into running student groups and ignoring my classwork until the last minute. Which is why I chose to get an MBA in management and entrepreneurship instead of focusing on finance.

And those biases are probably why my career hasn’t advanced the way it “should have”, but I have a lot of flexibility for my family and friends.

And you know what else? Stewart’s punchline is stupid Puritan youth-shaming. “Look, he’s drinking/partying, he’ll never amount to anything.”

We praise people for being “naturally” smart, too, “naturally” athletic, and etc. But studies continue to show, as they have for some time now, that it is generally healthier to praise schoolchildren for being hardworking, than for being naturally gifted. We know now that to emphasize a child’s inherent ability places pressure on that child to continue to be accidentally talented, which is something that is hard for anyone to control. When the children who are applauded for their natural skills fail, they are shown to take the failure very personally. After all, the process of their success has always seemed mysterious and basic and inseparable from the rest of their identity, so it must be they who are failing as whole people. When students are instead complimented and rewarded for their effort and improvement, they tend to not be so hard on themselves. When they fail, they reason, “Well, I’ll work harder next time.” They learn that they are capable of success, rather than constantly automatically deserving of it, and they learn simultaneously that they are bigger and more complex than their individual successes or failures.

Kate of Eat the Damn Cake, The Stupidity of “Natural” Beauty (via theimperfectascent)

I lost whole years of my life to self-loathing and self-sabotaging because I couldn’t sustain being ‘gifted’.  Don’t make the same mistake.

(via mossonhighheels)

This is so, so important for teachers to understand. I try, in every report card, to focus on effort, not natural ability. And you know what? It makes a big difference in my classroom.

(via sanityscraps)

If this is your goal—and it’s a laudable goal—then you need to also make sure that naturally talented children are still challenged in the classroom. (A harder task than ever in these days of “teaching to the test.”) Or else you get a lot of bored, resentful smart kids who come away with the lesson that school will never reward them—and that there is no reason to try, because they can’t win.










Say no more, mon amour!

We musn’t dwell. No, not today. Not on Rex Manning Day!

Yes. Rex Manning Day is April 8th. Glue those quarters down, join GWAR and mark your calendars, folks.

What’s with today today?

I thought his name was Warren.

You *did* have hair when you went in there, right?

Say no more, mon AMOUR!

I don’t feel the need to explain my art to you, Warren.

Shock me, shock me, shock me with that deviant behavior.

Damn the man. Save the Empire.

happy rex manning day!

This movie was such a definitive 90s movie.