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I feel like moving to a cozy place in Switzerland would solve all of my problems.


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  • on tumblr: guys we need to have a serious discussion about the erasure of nonbinary trans* people
  • in real life: ok, I guess I have to explain to my entire class how "feminist" is not an insult

when it comes to mad men

and looking at the both the good and the bad of what happens to characters

i would like to be ken cosgrove

seedsnsmiles:

I stayed down at the art block today rather than coming home for lunch, so I packed two different salads to munch on.
Left box - romaine lettuce, spinach, carrot, red and green pepper and zucchini in a lemon/tahini dressing.
Right box - aduki beans, shredded zucchini, walnuts and baby corn with reduced sodium soy sauce and Chinese five spice.
I was surprised by how satisfied I was by the end! Salads never fill me up, but the box was quite deep. :)

seedsnsmiles:

I stayed down at the art block today rather than coming home for lunch, so I packed two different salads to munch on.

Left box - romaine lettuce, spinach, carrot, red and green pepper and zucchini in a lemon/tahini dressing.

Right box - aduki beans, shredded zucchini, walnuts and baby corn with reduced sodium soy sauce and Chinese five spice.

I was surprised by how satisfied I was by the end! Salads never fill me up, but the box was quite deep. :)

#omfg  #UGH  #health  
gq:

GQ June 2012: Michael Fassbender
If you know a lot about Michael Fassbender, you’re probably obsessed with him. If you know only a little about Michael Fassbender, it’s probably one thing in particular—that he’s well, ahem, represented in certain, ahem, places. What is it like simultaneously living with the mantle of being the next great actor of your generation and being reduced to a caricature of a single sex organ. GQ correspondent Chris Heath finds out in our cover story this month about the Irish actor and star of the upcoming Prometheus, Ridley Scott’s sort-of-prequel to Alien. Below, an excerpt. Click here for the full story. And here for more scorching photos of Fassbender from Mario Testino.

In the middle of the room is a mini Ping-Pong table, borrowed from his British agent, who lives nearby. “Now that it’s here,” says Fassbender, “it’s not going. This table has been the best contribution for fun I’ve had in a long time. This table has seen some action…” He pauses, laughs. “That sounds wrong.”
But has it? I say, gently pushing.
“Just the paddles,” he deflects, and of course he then realizes that this sounds wrong, too, in exactly the same way.
No matter. Just an inconsequential bit of innuendo. Except that right now, and ever since the release of Shame, I’m not sure that in the life of Michael Fassbender there is such a thing as an inconsequential bit of innuendo. For every person who actually saw the movie, and Fassbender’s monumental, unflinching portrayal of a man lost in the abyss of his unappeasable sexual appetite, there are dozens more who only know it as the movie in which he shows absolutely everything. And so, for the past few months Fassbender has been cast adrift in a shoreless ocean of innuendo. It has been relentless. He has been required to smile through endless hilarious penis-joke interviews. (Here’s a representative example, from the prime-time British boys-and-cars TV show Top Gear: “You had to do, let’s be honest, a full-frontal nude scene—was it hard?” Next, the pithy follow-up remark: “I mean, this was an impressive sausage….”) He has been required to grin appreciatively at playful public mockery from his peers. (Most notably, George Clooney’s speech at this year’s Golden Globes: “Michael, honestly, you can play golf…with your hands behind your back.”) And he has been required—this really happened—to identify a series of screen shots of famous penises in the movies. (Twice. Both times on MTV. The second time while standing on an awards-show red carpet.)
All of this he has done with apparent good humor, at least if you don’t try to read too much into his body language or the way his eyes shift or the flickering edges of his smile. Next to all that, what’s a gentle double entendre about sex on a very small Ping-Pong table? Go with it.
“Paddles,” he repeats. “And balls.”
And he grins, exactly as you would grin if you found this funny, though it’s easy to understand why he also says, “So it starts.”


oh, after reading the first sentence i assumed this would be about domestic violence
guess not

gq:

GQ June 2012: Michael Fassbender

If you know a lot about Michael Fassbender, you’re probably obsessed with him. If you know only a little about Michael Fassbender, it’s probably one thing in particular—that he’s well, ahem, represented in certain, ahem, places. What is it like simultaneously living with the mantle of being the next great actor of your generation and being reduced to a caricature of a single sex organ. GQ correspondent Chris Heath finds out in our cover story this month about the Irish actor and star of the upcoming Prometheus, Ridley Scott’s sort-of-prequel to Alien. Below, an excerpt. Click here for the full story. And here for more scorching photos of Fassbender from Mario Testino.

In the middle of the room is a mini Ping-Pong table, borrowed from his British agent, who lives nearby. “Now that it’s here,” says Fassbender, “it’s not going. This table has been the best contribution for fun I’ve had in a long time. This table has seen some action…” He pauses, laughs. “That sounds wrong.”

But has it? I say, gently pushing.

“Just the paddles,” he deflects, and of course he then realizes that this sounds wrong, too, in exactly the same way.

No matter. Just an inconsequential bit of innuendo. Except that right now, and ever since the release of Shame, I’m not sure that in the life of Michael Fassbender there is such a thing as an inconsequential bit of innuendo. For every person who actually saw the movie, and Fassbender’s monumental, unflinching portrayal of a man lost in the abyss of his unappeasable sexual appetite, there are dozens more who only know it as the movie in which he shows absolutely everything. And so, for the past few months Fassbender has been cast adrift in a shoreless ocean of innuendo. It has been relentless. He has been required to smile through endless hilarious penis-joke interviews. (Here’s a representative example, from the prime-time British boys-and-cars TV show Top Gear: “You had to do, let’s be honest, a full-frontal nude scene—was it hard?” Next, the pithy follow-up remark: “I mean, this was an impressive sausage….”) He has been required to grin appreciatively at playful public mockery from his peers. (Most notably, George Clooney’s speech at this year’s Golden Globes: “Michael, honestly, you can play golf…with your hands behind your back.”) And he has been required—this really happened—to identify a series of screen shots of famous penises in the movies. (Twice. Both times on MTV. The second time while standing on an awards-show red carpet.)

All of this he has done with apparent good humor, at least if you don’t try to read too much into his body language or the way his eyes shift or the flickering edges of his smile. Next to all that, what’s a gentle double entendre about sex on a very small Ping-Pong table? Go with it.

“Paddles,” he repeats. “And balls.”

And he grins, exactly as you would grin if you found this funny, though it’s easy to understand why he also says, “So it starts.”

oh, after reading the first sentence i assumed this would be about domestic violence

guess not

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WHY AM I THE ONLY ONE ON GINSBURG’S SIDE

DON IS LAME AS FUCK “LEAVING” THE BETTER AD IN THE TAXI

#ugh  #Mad Men  
  • someone: that's so gay
  • white girl: OH MY GOD YOU DID NOT JUST SAID THAT. DID YOU? DID YOU REALLY. YOU KNOW, LOVE IS LOVE, IT DOESN'T MATTER IF IT'S BETWEEN A BOY AND A BOY OR A GIRL AND A GIRL OR A BOY AND A GIRL, IT'S LOVE. GAY SHOULDN'T BE USED AS AN INSULT, I HOPE YOUR HEAD IS CUT OFF AND THROWN INTO A GAY BAR.
  • someone: that's so gay
  • gay person: i know right
  • ------------
  • this is so stupid.......not every gay person would be okay with you using "gay" as an insult....
  • like it's so hard for people not to use rude terms omg!!!1 poor u
#idiots  #ugh  

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grit-facade:

I mean honestly.

grit-facade:

I mean honestly.

peau-rose:

the bestest

peau-rose:

the bestest

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[Flash 10 is required to watch video]

nopenada:

Mad Men - Megan sings Zou Bisou Bisou to Don

thedailywhat:

This Is All Kinds Of Wrong of the Day: Miss Universe Canada announced yesterday that 23-year-old finalist Jenna Talackova of Vancouver was disqualified from the Donald Trump-owned beauty pageant, but didn’t provide a reason.
“She did not meet the requirements to compete despite having stated otherwise on her entry form,” competition officials said in a statement. Talackova, however, says she knows exactly why she was disqualified: She was born a man.
The 6’1” bombshell underwent sexual reassignment surgery in 2010 after living most of her life as a woman.
She wouldn’t speak with the press concerning the unceremonious scrubbing of her profile from the Miss Universe Canada website, but did take to Twitter to bemoan being “disqualified for being born.”
Many have noted that Miss Universe Canada’s only expressed requirements are that the contestant be a Canadian citizen and between the ages of 18 and 27. Nary a mention of gender confirmation surgery as being grounds for dismissal.
On Twitter, Talackova implied that she’s down but not through. “I’m disqualified, however I’m not giving up,” she tweeted. “I’m not going to just let them disqualify me over discrimination.”
[theprovince / ctv.]

thedailywhat:

This Is All Kinds Of Wrong of the Day: Miss Universe Canada announced yesterday that 23-year-old finalist Jenna Talackova of Vancouver was disqualified from the Donald Trump-owned beauty pageant, but didn’t provide a reason.

“She did not meet the requirements to compete despite having stated otherwise on her entry form,” competition officials said in a statement. Talackova, however, says she knows exactly why she was disqualified: She was born a man.

The 6’1” bombshell underwent sexual reassignment surgery in 2010 after living most of her life as a woman.

She wouldn’t speak with the press concerning the unceremonious scrubbing of her profile from the Miss Universe Canada website, but did take to Twitter to bemoan being “disqualified for being born.”

Many have noted that Miss Universe Canada’s only expressed requirements are that the contestant be a Canadian citizen and between the ages of 18 and 27. Nary a mention of gender confirmation surgery as being grounds for dismissal.

On Twitter, Talackova implied that she’s down but not through. “I’m disqualified, however I’m not giving up,” she tweeted. “I’m not going to just let them disqualify me over discrimination.”

[theprovince / ctv.]

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#UGH  
heyyoulooklikeamillion

heyyoulooklikeamillion

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#UGH  #GLORIOUS  #SM  #blue  

Basically dreading doing homework and also the fact that my family has guests coming over tomorrow.


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