"How do you like living alone, Henry?" I ask myself.
"I’ve got a better question," I reply. "What if all my hoodies sat at the dining room table like they were friends?"
are they drinking detergent
America, tell me that I should shut my mouth because I am one of the 17.7 million women, because I am three times more likely to suffer from depression, six times more likely to suffer from PTSD, and four times more likely to contemplate suicide.
Because my rapist’s reason was ‘you’re too sexy to stop’, because my rapist locked the door, repeatedly shoved me down and ripped my clothes off again and again, every time I tried to escape.
Because I never thought to report, like the 60% of victims who don’t report their assaults, because when I wanted to report, I didn’t know where to go, because no one would support me, because of the 40% of assaults that are actually reported, only 10% lead to an arrest, 8% are prosecuted, 4% lead to a felony conviction, and only 3% of rapists will spend a day in jail.
America, ask me what was I wearing, ask me what I did, ask me why I didn’t go to the police immediately, ask me right after it happened when it felt like there was nothing left inside but shame and flashbacks, ask me when I felt stripped of dignity or when I spent an hour shaking in the shower scrubbing every skin cell on my body but still feeling dirty, or when I spent hours in a friend’s arm while I searched for that silver lining to make life seem good again.
So I ask you America. when are you going to stand with your daughters and sons?
GUYS. I DOVE ACROSS THREE LANES OF TRAFFIC BUT IT WAS SO WORTH IT.
SEVEN DOGS IN THE BACK OF A PICKUP TRUCK. THAT’S WHAT THIS IS. YOU CAN’T SEE ONE OF THEM BUT HE’S THERE ON THE LEFT BEHIND THE GUY WITH HIS HEAD RESTING ON THE SIDE. SEVEN.
THEY ALL LOOKED AT ME AT THE SAME TIME RIGHT AFTER I TOOK THIS PICTURE. I NEARLY DIED.
WAS I DREAMING? HALLUCINATING? I’M NOT SURE BUT IT WAS WONDERFUL.
I would drive through three lanes of oncoming traffic to see these dogs.
More Disney Parks facts here
The no sad kids thing is definitely true because at WDW my family was over by the muppets area, where my cousin scraped her knee. She WOULD NOT stop crying and a CM brought her out a huge plush Kermit to get her to stop crying
wow I didn’t know fuckin chocolate eggs were gendered
OKAY LET ME TELL YOU A STORY ABOUT THE FUCKING PINK EGGS.
I work at a concession stand in an ice rink. We sell a bunch of chocolate bars and snacks and shit including Kinder Surprise eggs.
So one day this woman comes up to the counter with her two little kids, a girl who’s probably about 6 or 7 and a little boy, maybe 3 or 4. The mom asks what they want, the little girl points at the Kinder eggs and says “One of those!”. I asked if she wanted the white or the pink egg. She said pink. The little boy pointed to the Kinder eggs and says “One of those!”. I asked if he wanted the white or the pink egg. He said pink. HOLY SHIT IT WAS LIKE I OPENED THE GATES OF HELL. The mom absolutely FLIPPED and was like “YOU ARE NOT GETTING THE PINK EGG IT’S ONLY FOR GIRLS. YOU CAN GET THE WHITE ONE OR NOTHING AT ALL”. The little boy looked at his mom and said “But I want the same as ______ (whatever the sister’s name was)”. The mom completely ignored him and turned to me and gave me a death glare. “He can have the white egg.”
I had to give a little boy a white egg when he wanted the pink so that he could be the same as his big sister and he started crying. The mom just reiterated that the pink egg was for girls and told him that boys don’t cry.
And this is why we shouldn’t gender fucking chocolate eggs.