Hello, my perspicacious persimmons!
You may have noticed that there have not been any posts on the blog for a couple days. That is because every once in a while a girl just needs to say “Fuck it,” put her entire life on hold, and spend 48 hours reading 900,000 words of Tamora Pierce fanfiction, and sadly sometimes those intervals happen to coincide with the queue on said girl’s joke blog running out.
Sorry, kids. The queue’s running again and posts should start up in a couple hours.
It’s national crush day, who ever sends you a ‘♥’ has a crush on you.
non-Jewish people going on today about “reclaiming” Anne Frank as a “bi icon” or w/e make me really uncomfortable, because it has this ring of “all this time I thought she was just some Jewish kid, but now it turns out she’s one of us!!!!” like if you didn’t find Anne Frank’s story moving until you realized she shared some marker with you then maybe you should reconsider your whole approach to this whole “empathy” thing.
Here’s the thing about being pro choice that people don’t get…
You don’t have to morally agree with abortion to be pro choice. That’s why it’s not called pro abortion. It’s an understanding that you can’t make that choice for someone else and they have full control over that not you. It’s pro I’m not the boss of everyone else.
This is important.