You know, it’s nice to see Tyler dressed nicely. Honestly, up until this point, I genuinely thought he was fat because he wore such ugly frumpy clothing and fucking polos. I was genuinely shocked when he stepped out of that dressing room and he looked fuckin’ sick. Nick and I were like fashonista parents taking care of a fashionably-challenged son. He got a pair of converse, too bad we still need to get more 2 more pair of pants, tweezers, and hair pomade. I have to cut his hair still and figure out a hairstyle for him. Hm.
Man, this genuinely makes me want to get up and work out some more. I think today’s gonna be my alone day. I’m probably gonna get Psych over with and then do my homework and workout today.
Sarcasm seems to be so engrained into my skepticism that when footnotes say things like “claim to…” I get super sketched out.
e.g.: Radley Balko is a senior editor at Reason, a monthly magazine that claims to stand for “free minds and free markets” and to provide “alternatives to right-wing and left-wing opinion magazines.”…He is also a columnist for FoxNews.com.
Writing an essay on nutrition and where the responsibility of healthy eating falls and one of the reading materials has to be a stupid fucking feminism post claiming that eating like a slob and treating your body like shit is an act of feminism as a way of smashing the patriarchy because they won’t conform to what is society’s idea of beauty. When you die of diabetes or heart problems, you won’t be remembered as some sort of feminist martyr, you’ll be remembered as a fat fucking slob. I can’t stand how people will justify just about anything. There’s a wrong in both fat-shaming and being in complete denial of how unhealthy you are.