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Things I Can Not Deal With Today:
The comments on my post at The Frisky.
1. If you are comparing the practice of saying “I do not date x race because I don’t find people of x race attractive” to saying “I don’t date women because I happen to prefer men”, you clearly have zero point zero zero understanding of sexuality and the social construct of race.
2. Comparing the practice of only dating someone who is of your religion to the practice of only dating someone who is of your race is faulty. You must realize that one is about intrinsic value systems and beliefs. Though there is much diversity within a given religion, to call yourself a Taoist or Methodist or Wiccan is to say “I subscribe to these certain beliefs.” The same is not true of race. Yes, there are values and behaviors that may or may not generally be a part of the x race community but there is nothing intrinsic about x race that says “these people are this way or that” - but comparing religion to race tells me that this is how you think of race and therefore you are a RACIST and need to remove your person from the area of my face.
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Anonymous asked: How much do you weigh? Just wondering, from one large woman to another.
A lot.
A. I have no idea.
B. Why in the shit would I answer that publicly?
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#ifsantawasblack →
If Santa Was Black… today’s number one Trending Topic.
WE ARE TREADING ON DANGEROUS GROUND HERE, PEOPLE. Usually this kind of thing is reserved for some tacky email forward between the black employees of an office and their sisters, cousins and church members, of course, because church people love a damn FORWARD. We can’t let the Whites see our jokes y’all!
But for reals, some of them are pretty funny. And some, not surprisingly, are racist.
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Bandwagon Yankees fandom makes the baby jesus cry. To be a baseball fan is to know the enduring pain of backing a team that probably won’t be good again until you’re long dead.
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Matt Smith does not know what “G.U.T.S.” is.
He clearly D-D-D-Does Not Have It. No piece of the Agrocrag for you Matthew. Fuck a mother fucking Paul Lynde. He died the year I was born. EXCUUUUSE ME for not knowing who he is. How does anyone not know about Mike O’Malley, Mo and GUTS, the most grueling test of pre-adolescence athleticism in the history of ever?
Girl, bye.
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Girl, Imma do you like Kia Mathews does the written language. Put you all over the page and use lots of vowels.
–Blogger Pick-up Lines (via 6h057)
Uh, whut? Is this what I do? I don’t get it. Is this a euphemism for rub up on and grind?
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Reh Dogg - Why Must I Cry
You don’t know shit about shit until you’ve experienced Reh Dogg.
He asks an important question. Why do fucked up things happen? Why must we cry? I mean, I could include his videos in the “fucked up things” category, essentially asking why must I cry for “Why Must I Cry”, but I’m doubtful Reh Dogg is ready for that type of meta conversation.
