“I am Thoth the skilled scribe whose hands are pure, a professor of purity, who drives away evil, who writes what is true, who detests falsehood, whose pen defends the the lord of All; master of laws who interprets writings, whose words establish the Two lands.”
everything about this is fucking hilarious. i’m sorry, random pompeii man, but your death was some looney tunes bullshit and the framing of this photograph isn’t helping.
You don’t have to fake orgasm to help your partner’s ego. The guy I lost my virginity to wrote a play about the experience, and the character based on me gave a monologue about how she regretted sleeping with him because no one else would ever be that good. So, yeah. Just tell him you didn’t cum.
“human nature makes capitalism innevitable, capitalism is just the formal structuring of human self interest” is the shitty contemporary version of the feudal divine right of kings
Imagine, how thoroughly members of feudal society believed that their lords were divinely ordained, that serfdom was an expression of nature’s hierarchy through the chain of being. The idea that anything other than feudalism was possible was unthinkable.
Justifications for the innevitability of capitalism are not different, its just that now instead of god apointing rulers or beings being specifically ordered, we believe in the ultimate authority of the rugged individual and a social order that “human nature” makes inevitable.”
When you parrot the bourgeois propaganda of “human nature makes capitalism inevitable” you sound every bit as stupid and naive as the monarch who said “you can’t overthrow me, God put my in charge” seconds before the guillotine took off his head.
These kinds of responses are my FAVORITE. Some examples to answers to this question I have heard:
1.
“Okay, and who’s the president?”
“Obama, no wait, shit *vehemently* fuck, I hate him… what’s his name…”
“It’s okay, you know who he is.”
2.
“Who’s the president?”
“*drunkenly angry and confused* ..uhhhhhhh…Orange… damn it what’s the fuck’s name….
“Yup, good enough.”
3.
“And who’s the president,”
“Not fuckin’ Obama!”
“I feel ya.”
4.
“Who’s the president- wait, nevermind you’re from Korea you said, right? So who’s-“
“Everybody knows that Trump-bitch.”
“Oh, well, alright then.”
5. (My personal favorite)
“Who’s the president?”
“Ew.”
“Good enough.”
My roommate is a neurologist and has to do this check all the time. Her all-time favorite so far has been “ay dios mio” during which the woman was vigorously crossing herself.
showing up late to a meeting with an iced drink is a power move. like with hot drinks the cup is opaque and people cant tell the temperature so they dont know how long ago you got it. maybe its hours old. maybe you just got caught in traffic. who can say. but iced drinks. its clear. they can see the ice. they can see if its still frozen. they look you in the eye and they know you were standing in line fifteen minutes ago and made the conscious, deliberate decision to get a mocha frap instead of being on time. and then you made ANOTHER conscious, deliberate decision to bring it into the meeting with you, informing everyone in attendance that on your list of priorities, each and every one of them ranks firmly below one (1) mocha frappuchino.
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