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40 weirdly intriguing questions.

40 weirdly intriguing questions.

1. What’s a question you’re afraid to ask? To whom?

2. What’s something you hide about your personality?

3. What’s something other people think about you that you don’t agree with?

4. How do you deal with criticism?

5. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you?

6. What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone?

7. What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you?

8. Describe your favourite texture.

9. Which national or global tragedy were you closest to and how did it affect you?

10. Post a photo/draw a picture/write a poem (pick one) of a moment of personal significance.

11. Which fictional character would you most like to have lunch with and why?

12. Who would you say is your “anti” role model? Someone who serves as a warning rather than an inspiration?

13. What’s your least “politically correct” opinion?

14. What kind of underwear do you imagine Sherlock Holmes wears?

15. What’s one of the most difficult things you’ve ever had to do?

16. If you were an element on the Periodic Table, which would you be and why?

17. What’s the most infuriating thing your parents (or caregiver) do?

18. Which Disney Princess do you most identify with and why? Which is your favourite and why? And yes- ANYONE can answer this question.

19. You’re an Action Movie Hero. What’s your weapon of choice and the line you scream when defeating your arch enemy?

20. What’s the silliest fan theory you’ve ever come up with?

21. What did you think about before you fell asleep last night?

22. What’s the oddest term of endearment you’ve ever used or that someone’s used for you?

23. What motivates you in life?

24. What was something you used to enjoy, but was ruined for you? What’s the story behind that?

25. How do you think you will fare when the Zombie Apocalypse arrives?

26. Which mythological creature are you most like? Why? And if you could be any mythological creature, which would you want to be? Why?

27. Write a brief story about an actual adventure you’ve had.

28. Describe one of the most awkward experiences of your life.

29. What’s something that scares you about the future?

30. List 5 quirky things about yourself.

31. Describe your dream library.

32. What’s the weirdest item you’ve ever mourned?

33. If you could design an amusement park ride, what would it be like?

34. Do you have any “rules” about food?

35. What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships?

36. What’s something you want to do that you’d be embarrassed to tell other people about?

37. Describe a time/event in your life that you’re nostalgic for.

38. How do you approach social situations?

39. What is your ideal bed? Why?

40. Post a short excerpt of your life.

blackfemalepresident:

sweet-tsun-yangire:

No no no. There is no asian privilege, stop trying to put other people on the spot.

"But the asians are making more money!!" white ppl have absolutely no idea what institutionalized privilege is omg

(Source: vietnamemes)

Victor White suicide ruling leads to public scrutiny

black-american-queen:

OK. I KNOW YOU ARE ALL WORRIED ABOUT FERGUSON BUT CAN YOU FOR A SECOND LOOK AT THIS VICTOR WHITE CASE?

NOTHING ADDS UP.

APPARENTLY AFTER BEING SEARCHED TWICE (while handcuffed) HE PRODUCED A GUN AT THE POLICE STATION AND SHOT HIMSELF. HIS DEATH HAS BEEN RULED A SUICIDE.

YOU NEED TO SPREAD THIS TUMBLR. BECAUSE THIS IS BULLSHIT AND THE COPS ARE COVERING IT UP.

h0ney-dipped:

mediamattersforamerica:

Fox spent much of its VMA coverage questioning Beyonce’s ability to promote feminism while being "extremely sexual."  

Megyn Kelly labeled Beyonce’s message and lyrics as “skanky,” while a FoxNews.com article claimed the singer “seemed to ensure her behind was the focus on each song, all the while educating young viewers about feminism.”

On The Five, Fox hosts suggested “she’s auditioning for a future husband,” and Greg Gutfeld announced that ”the greatest thing about pop culture is convincing women that acting like strippers is empowering.” 

What Fox failed to recognize is that expressing sexuality does not automatically remove a woman’s right to discuss equality. Instead, the network righteously slut-shamed Beyonce and used her performance as basis to attack feminism as a whole. In reality, such policing of women’s sexuality has harmed progress toward equality. The very same mindset has been used to dismiss women’s need to access contraception, and blame rape survivors for their own assaults. 

If anyone is going to be shamed, it should be Fox and its irresponsible coverage of women’s issues. 

PREACH

I want to say that I can’t believe we’re still going over this point, but considering the shit America has pulled off lately, I’m guessing it’ll be another 100 years before this horse is really dead.

Can a thin person have body image struggles? Can a thin person be at war with their self-image? Can a thin person hate to look in the mirror?

Absolutely.

And does that suck?

Absolutely.

But the difference between these negative feelings and fatphobia is this: The only person worrying about whether or not I’m meeting beauty standards is me.

And that’s not the same for fat folk.

When you’re not thin, other people on the beach actually do take offense. When you’re not thin, people really do think that you shouldn’t be in a bathing suit. When you’re not thin, people really do make your body their moral obligation.

And while your internal struggle is real and significant, the point is: You might hate your body, but society doesn’t.

That’s thin privilege.

Let’s Talk About Thin Privilege — Everyday Feminism (via samanticshift)

This is no joke. Believe me when I tell you that I understand hating your body for being thin, or being thin but thinking you’re “too fat”. But also believe me when I tell you that if I hadn’t been constantly applauded for having a thin body, I would have ended up in much worse shape than I was. I know the struggle of being at war with your body, but I don’t understand the struggle of being publicly shamed for it. There is a huge distinction. If somebody is talking about their struggle as a fat person, nobody needs to hijack that to mention that thin people can feel insecure too. It’s disrespectful and it’s an entirely different conversation. Show some compassion and bring up your own insecurities a different time.

Listening to the Diane Rehm show and wanna sent out a giant fuck you to Dr. Trachtenberg, former president of GWU, for being an enormous asshole that is shamelessly promoting victim blaming and rape culture on a national radio show. You don’t get to say “not to victim blame, but… women should stay sober at parties to avoid getting raped.” That’s like saying, “No offense, but I think your people deserved to be in internment camps.” No offense doesn’t rid you of the responsibility of the words that come after it. That’s not how this works.

Ok watching this video makes me wanna go to the gym. Just for funsies and also because I know if I do I’ll fall asleep early enough to wake up at 445 tomorrow.

Ok watching this video makes me wanna go to the gym. Just for funsies and also because I know if I do I’ll fall asleep early enough to wake up at 445 tomorrow.

laughingasidie:

whiskey-weather:

mvgl:

The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air 2x09 - “Cased Up” (November 11, 1991)

13 years ago and still way too relevant.

"13 years ago and still way too relevant."

Don’t you mean 23?

thugkitchen:

Hoppin’ John is not only a staple recipe for good fortune every New Year but it’s also a pretty solid fucking meal. Let’s put the superstitious shit aside for just a goddamn minute and appreciate the nutritional value of this savory son of a bitch. There’s enough protein and fiber in here to help you start the year off right. EAT BETTER. FEEL BETTER. FUCK LUCK. 
HOPPIN’ JOHN
1 ½ cups dried black-eyed peas
2 teaspoons olive oil
1 yellow onion
2 bell peppers (I used red and green but use whateverthefuck you like)
3 ribs of celery
2-3 chipotle peppers in adobo sauce (these smoked peppers come packed in sauce and are sold in a tiny can at most stores near the salsa and beans. Trust me, it’s there, just fucking look.)
2-3 cloves of garlic
1 teaspoon dried thyme
½ teaspoon dried oregano
½ teaspoon paprika
¼ teaspoon ground black pepper
2 bay leaves
¼ teaspoon salt
3 cups of vegetable broth
Rinse the black-eyed peas and throw out any grit or fucked up looking peas. Put the peas in a medium container and cover them with a couple inches of water. Let them soak overnight or for at least 6 hours. After they have soaked, drain the peas and start fucking cooking.
Chop up the onion, bell peppers, and celery. In a large pot, warm up the olive oil over a medium heat. Add the onion and saute that shit until it starts to brown in some places, about 5 minutes. Add the bell peppers and celery and cook until they get a little soft, about 3 minutes. Take the chipotle peppers out of the can, cut them open and scrape out the seeds. These little bastards can be spicy, so taking out the seeds helps you keep that heat wherever the fuck you like it. If you prefer it hot then keep some of the seeds in. Keep all of the seeds if you want, I really don’t give a fuck. Chop up the chipotles and dice up the garlic real fine. Add both to the pot and stir all that shit up. Add the thyme, oregano, paprika, black pepper, bay leaves, and salt and cook for 30 seconds. Toss in the drained black-eyed peas and the broth and bring that shit to a simmer. 
Let it simmer uncovered until the peas are tender. This can take anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour depending on how long you soaked your peas and how old they are. If you start running out of broth before those are ready, add a little more broth or water. If the peas are tender and you’ve still got too much broth in there, just drain some of that shit off. Not a big fucking deal. Just check the seasoning when you are all done and add more herbs or spices if you think it needs it.
Serve this seasonal standard over your favorite kind of rice, topped with some green onions, and with a side out sauteed greens for extra luck or some superstitious shit like that. I used long brown rice and some kale for greens but whateverthefuck you got is fine. You can even use a vinegar based hot sauce (like Tabasco) on that shit and take it to another level.  
Serves 4

I didn’t realize this was already a tumblr post. So I’ll just reblog it.

thugkitchen:

Hoppin’ John is not only a staple recipe for good fortune every New Year but it’s also a pretty solid fucking meal. Let’s put the superstitious shit aside for just a goddamn minute and appreciate the nutritional value of this savory son of a bitch. There’s enough protein and fiber in here to help you start the year off right. EAT BETTER. FEEL BETTER. FUCK LUCK.

HOPPIN’ JOHN

1 ½ cups dried black-eyed peas

2 teaspoons olive oil

1 yellow onion

2 bell peppers (I used red and green but use whateverthefuck you like)

3 ribs of celery

2-3 chipotle peppers in adobo sauce (these smoked peppers come packed in sauce and are sold in a tiny can at most stores near the salsa and beans. Trust me, it’s there, just fucking look.)

2-3 cloves of garlic

1 teaspoon dried thyme

½ teaspoon dried oregano

½ teaspoon paprika

¼ teaspoon ground black pepper

2 bay leaves

¼ teaspoon salt

3 cups of vegetable broth

Rinse the black-eyed peas and throw out any grit or fucked up looking peas. Put the peas in a medium container and cover them with a couple inches of water. Let them soak overnight or for at least 6 hours. After they have soaked, drain the peas and start fucking cooking.

Chop up the onion, bell peppers, and celery. In a large pot, warm up the olive oil over a medium heat. Add the onion and saute that shit until it starts to brown in some places, about 5 minutes. Add the bell peppers and celery and cook until they get a little soft, about 3 minutes. Take the chipotle peppers out of the can, cut them open and scrape out the seeds. These little bastards can be spicy, so taking out the seeds helps you keep that heat wherever the fuck you like it. If you prefer it hot then keep some of the seeds in. Keep all of the seeds if you want, I really don’t give a fuck. Chop up the chipotles and dice up the garlic real fine. Add both to the pot and stir all that shit up. Add the thyme, oregano, paprika, black pepper, bay leaves, and salt and cook for 30 seconds. Toss in the drained black-eyed peas and the broth and bring that shit to a simmer.

Let it simmer uncovered until the peas are tender. This can take anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour depending on how long you soaked your peas and how old they are. If you start running out of broth before those are ready, add a little more broth or water. If the peas are tender and you’ve still got too much broth in there, just drain some of that shit off. Not a big fucking deal. Just check the seasoning when you are all done and add more herbs or spices if you think it needs it.

Serve this seasonal standard over your favorite kind of rice, topped with some green onions, and with a side out sauteed greens for extra luck or some superstitious shit like that. I used long brown rice and some kale for greens but whateverthefuck you got is fine. You can even use a vinegar based hot sauce (like Tabasco) on that shit and take it to another level.  

Serves 4

I didn’t realize this was already a tumblr post. So I’ll just reblog it.

Or, my other favorite, is if anybody calls a middle class white kid out for having little to no understanding of how poverty works, they’re usually quick to tell you that yeah, they HAVE lived below the poverty line before. And I’m like, what? For two weeks when your dad got laid off from HP? For a year in college when you worked at Pita Pit part time and your parents paid for everything except for your pizza and alcohol? When? Seriously. I get a lot of middle class white girl benefits but I’m not trying to lie about that shit. The car I’m driving? Parents bought it. The clothes I’m wearing? Actually I did buy those in a reckless and irresponsible moment of bad judgement. The house I live in? Can only afford it because my parents pay for my car insuranceeeee. 

Man, I should write parodies. 

middle class white girls with misogynistic opinions drive me up a WALL let me tell you

WE WILL START BUYING OUR OWN BIRTH CONTROL WHEN YOUR PARENTS START PAYING FOR OUR RENT TOO