i love that barrowman’s response also distances him from the contestant "hahahaha women do laundry right john? you with me, john?" "don’t lump me in with you, you fucking martian”
This is what I’m talking about when I keep saying that men have to deny the endorsement. This guy wanted Barrowman’s tacit support or agreement for his sexism, as part of bonding through humour. John went nope.
I hope I live long enough to attain even a tenth of Barrowman’s “you fucking martian” face.
I always feel awful. It doesn’t go away. Unless I’m being distracted by something at any given time, every second of being awake feels horrible and overwhelming.
I read a lot of “feel better about yourself because we are all awesome” articles. They aren’t actually working, but I just find it so interesting to read articles and posts from people who are satisfied and happy with themselves. I have no idea what it would be like to feel that way. It’s a very foreign concept to me.
I don’t know how people do this whole “life” thing! It’s absolutely crazy to me that so many people manage to have full-time jobs and hobbies and kids and take vacations and buy houses and even manage to keep them clean. And they can be happy while doing this. Whaaat?
I don’t know if I can enjoy a life outside of bed. Sleep. Unconsciousness.
I don’t know how I’m even continuing. I just am because it’s the only thing to do. I am pushed through life only by the slow passage of time.
(This turned out longer than I thought. I may edit/delete later, but it feels good to type things out. Typing out my thoughts took me from being a bundle of nerves to sleepy. Should probably revive my livejournal, haha.)
Ducks is about part of my time working at a mining site in Fort McMurray, the events are from 2008. It is a complicated place, it is not the same for all, and these are only my own experiences there. It is a sketch because I want to test how I would tell these stories, and how I feel about sharing them. A larger work gets talked about from time to time. It is not a place I could describe in one or two stories. Ducks is about a lot of things, and among these, it is about environmental destruction in an environment that includes humans. Thank you for taking the time to read it.
I’m not interested in a world where men really want to watch porn but resist because they’ve been shamed; I’m interested in a world where men are raised from birth with such an unshakable understanding of women as living human beings that they are incapable of being aroused by their exploitation.
I have hurt the feelings of many a friend. Some are more accepting of my flakiness than others.
I feel like this is almost a political comic, what with the labeling of things. The phone is taxes, the bearded man is immigration reform, the orange background symbolizes orange, and the “anxiety” label is also supposed to symbolize orange. Bam! I’m a political cartoonist!