The train doors open on the left at North Quincy. Some old Asian women carrying plastic bags of groceries enter and squeal when they recognize each other. This white girl slips by them, unnoticed, and sits across from me at the end of the car where there aren’t too many people. She’s wearing this long, army green coat, kind of like the one that chick wears in Freaks and Geeks, except it has a collar of fake black fur. And she’s crying, weird that that’s not the first thing I notice. Her eye’s are really puffy. Red. But you can tell that she’s beautiful by the way she doesn’t try to hide it. The red makes her green eyes greener.
“Are you okay?” I ask from behind my bike.
She nods. “mhm”
I stare at her for a second but she’s started crying harder, probably because I said something. Should’ve just left her alone.
At Andrew, where the doors open on the right, a black lady dressed in tight, hot pink shorts gets on. She’s got her hair cut way down to her skull, and her tits are pointing at me. The tank top she’s wearing clings to her round, sinking belly. She sits down, across from sad girl, and starts cackling. People look over at her and smile when they make eye contact with someone else who’s doing the same. Everyone’s grinning except for sad girl, who just stares at the lady. When we get into the tunnel, crazy turns to look out the window. She’s staring at her reflection and sad girl stares with her.
“you hate. You HATE. People hate you! Hahahahahaha! You’re UGLY. UGLY. UGLY. HATE. YOU HATE AAAAAHAHAHAHA!”
Sad girl has doom melting from her lower lids, staring straight ahead, right into the eyes of whatever she thinks crazy is trying to show her. I want to stay and watch but my stop is South Station and I’m already late for work. The doors open on both sides and now she’s watching me walk my bike towards the platform. I look back at her after the doors close, but she’s twisted in her seat, staring out onto the opposite side of the platform, where a Braintree train has just slid in.
I pull my bike up the long stairs.
Kanye West continues to mess with everyone: watch Scott Disick go all American Psycho on Jonathan Cheban in this new promo video for Yeezus.
okay apparently my blog is becoming a star trek reblog machine.
I love how the rest of the cast is friendly to their counterparts, but the Kirks have to compete with each other.
oh god thank you so much I love this. I’m weeping.
I can’t imagine how scandalized those critics who were relieved to have something that was mild enough to not excite their kids would’ve been if they’d stopped for a second and realized what was actually going on. The very first rule of Scooby-Doo, the single premise that sits at the heart of their adventures, is that the world is full of grown-ups who lie to kids, and that it’s up to those kids to figure out what those lies are and call them on it, even if there are other adults who believe those lies with every fiber of their being. And the way that you win isn’t through supernatural powers, or even through fighting. The way that you win is by doing the most dangerous thing that any person being lied to by someone in power can do: You think.
|—||Ask Chris #81: Scooby-Doo and Secular Humanism (via missshirley)|
Female privilege is getting to claim a headache to avoid sex.
Female oppression is having to claim physical illness to avoid sex because men won’t take a simple fucking “no” for an answer.
Members of Congress are living off food stamps for a week to protest Republican cuts. It’s a challenge for them, but GOP cuts would hurt millions of everyday Americans.
Why does this not have more publicity. This needs it!
Signal boosting this A) because it deserves to be seen by more people, and b) because I appreciate some members of Congress are actually willing to see what it’s like living on food stamps in order to make their point about how horrifying cutting food stamps would be.
News flash, regressives: people on food stamps do not load up on Snickers bars and filet mignon. They’re limited in what they can buy, and oftentimes, it’s not enough to get by on. Go on thinking these are entitlements that let minorities live lives of luxury, comfortable in the knowledge that you’ll never go hungry.
You privileged, elitist pricks.
|—||Angela Davis (via ctwill732)|