M*A*S*H S03E24
And as we panned, a scalpel dropped - quite by accident, unplanned - and it was perfect because it pierced the silence (no pun intended) and it sort of reminded everybody what these people were about. These were people who used these sharp things to do things to people who had been hit by other sharp things. And we went to Wayne and Alan and they sort of looked at each other - with just their eyes, they wore masks - they were operating and they went back to their work. Just work, work, work. And we said cut, and that was it. - Larry Gelbart
this screengrab going crazy on twitter in a judgmental way but it’s literally gayass hand on hip saturday. this is tumblr every weekend
I like saying "I'll allow it" only in contexts where I have no power or authority
the seal at the bottom of 瓷器 ciqi/chinese porcelain is handwritten
the idea that your friends won't like you if you're too weird is wrong for example one time I told a friend whenever I was losing my mind I laid down on the floor under my desk and stared at it until I was better and next time she visited me she taped a bag of salami snacks to the underside of my desk with a message saying "going insane all by yourself, handsome?" which I only saw months later when I had a breakdown. that's friendship.
Management should feel lucky to be alive.
I feel like at least some jocks are just autistic people with a special interest in sports.
I actually love sports articles about players who the other players describe as “so intense about stats and he can’t really have a normal conversation and he can’t read the room and he doesn’t understand a lot of our jokes and he’s really weird about fabrics, great guy, great teammate”
not just jocks as in players but jocks as in guys who are super into sports but it doesn't register as autistic to people because Guys Like Sports, Right
baseball is designed for this. when you go to a game the program has a stat sheet so you can follow along with the game and mark all the stats down yourself with your little pencil. come on. baseball card collecting? come ON.
emotional impermanence is so funny bc like. i forgot that i am relevant in people’s lives. my friend since i was 10 asked me if i would be in her bridal party and when i burst into tears and thanked her for thinking of me and wanting me to be there she was like “why would i not want you there??? we’ve known & loved each other longer then we haven’t.” and i was like oh yeah. i forgot ab the part where you love me too
I find it fascinating that people who choose not to have children are generally assumed to feel really strongly about not having children (or even to feel really strongly against children, anyone’s children, in general). I am probably not going to have children, not because I REALLY REALLY HATE the idea of having children, but because I don’t really really love it. Out of all the major decisions I will make in my life, this one is the only irreversible one. I can sell a house, quit a job, divorce a spouse, whatever. I cannot unhave a child. I cannot opt out of being a parent once I become a parent. I can’t even take a step back for the sake of self-care or whatever, or else my child will suffer.
So for me, having children is fuck yes or not at all. The default will be to remain childfree. Having children should be an opt-in decision, not an opt-out one. Until/unless I develop really strong feelings about wanting to have children, I won’t have them, even if that means I never end up having them at all.
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Sometimes you just come across something that puts into words what you have yet been unable to.
my take on the whole “is therapy speak making us selfish” thing is no, it’s not. it’s just giving people who were already selfish some extremely annoying new vocabulary
it's stupid because you've been on the earth for a while now and every time someone says oh you're a feminist, wait until you need to open a jar or yeah everyone wants equal rights until it's time to pay the bill huh you mostly just grit your teeth and suffer through it because you've been up and down that argument before about a million times
so you talk to your bathroom mirror about it: are you aware women only got the right to open a credit card during my mother's life? the ECOA was passed in 1974. if you want, i could ask her to pay.
interesting that their biggest argument against feminism is just "sometimes you'll need help with things, and then you'll be sorry". interesting that they think of women as being damsels in distress and they can swoop in and save you. when you ask someone to take the trash out, you're just asking for support - it's not a gendered thing. interesting that they think of these tiny moments where they can offer any service to their community as "proof" that men are secretly their better. that everyone owes men for these small moments, just because they may occasionally take on a tiny request. interesting.
the bathroom mirror isn't useful. murmuring your soliloquies into your shower. delivering the presidential speech that about how there should be no discussion on rights, justice, and equality.
but there's something deeply sad in there, too. because at the core of it, it's that you're always being reminded of your weakest moments. the times you've realized - oh fuck, i really am not strong enough. the times you've had to call your dad because, yeah, you don't know how a car works. the times where you were horrifically, terribly - acting like a girl.
because god forbid one of those men sees you like that. something in their eyes just... lights up. like you're an emblem of everything they've always secretly believed. you're having a bad day; you fuck up the parallel park. when you get out of a car, a man says women! like he's been waiting to drop that particular bomb. your family is falling apart and you're stressed at your job and you don't have time to grocery shop but when you raise your voice after being interrupted; your coworker's eyebrows shoot up. okay, let's calm down for a moment. i thought you said more women deserve a promotion?
over and over again; that resounding belief: sure but you all actually secretly love the patriarchy. because god forbid you ever need a man to pull you out of a burning building. god forbid you ever stand on your own two feet. you are constantly in the space of either proving them wrong or proving them right - but you always have to be proving something. and it's a tuesday, and you come up on one of these fucking moments where suddenly and fucking terribly - you're weak.
you need someone to just fucking help you. like literally, anyone else. fuck, goddamn it, you can't get this stupid cap open. you're having a flare up of your carpal tunnel. you've already tried using a towel and even your teeth.
it's just... the look of that sly fucking triumph on his face. like see? nobody's really a feminist. not really. at the end of the day, you all need me.
if i had a daughter i would much rather see this than her marry a racist white dude
Reblog to support this interracial Jewish couple who have seized the means of production.
These two! I mean...is there anything sweeter? 🤧 And bonus points for that sailor suit! Oh, how I love you...MGM Wardrobe Department! 🤭 Incidentally, this was Gene's feature film directorial debut (he co-directed with Stanley Donen)...and it really is an impressive freshman effort! Pure magic! 🙌 Vera-Ellen & Gene Kelly, in "On The Town" (1949). 🤍
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sometimes feminism means murdering your mom’s friends in cold blood