“The function of art is to do more than tell it like it is―it’s to imagine what is possible.”
—bell hooks
February 2012
109 posts
“I may not be as theologically sophisticated as American bishops, but I had thought that Jesus talked more about helping the poor than about banning contraceptives…birth control is not a frill that can be lightly dropped to avoid offending bishops. Coverage for contraception should be a pillar of our public health policy — and, it seems to me, of any faith-based effort to be our brother’s keeper, or our sister’s.”
—Nicholas Kristof, in his NY Times Op-Ed Beyond Pelvic Politics (via nothingfalseabouthope)
Today is my four year anniversary. D’aww.
Sorry to spam your dashes with a sappy romantic post guys, but it’s a a special occasion. Today (leap day!) marks four years with the love of my life. I think it’s kind of cool that we’re a leap year couple - we met in November 2007 and made things “official” Friday, February 29, 2008 - four years ago today. We were babies. We basically grew up together.
This guy can start a conversation with anybody about anything. Honest. It’s probably one of the things I love most about him. He’s just genuinely fascinated by what people have to say. He also sings in the shower, and he’s not bad. He gets rap songs stuck in my head. He’s not afraid to work those hips on the dance floor. And sometimes he picks me up and spins me around when we meet after a long time apart. He’s equal parts brainy and goofy; a little bit of a bro but more of a history nerd deep down; he can talk your ear off about the Safavid dynasty one minute and then shotgun a beer or light up a blunt the next. It’s pretty endearing, actually.
I can’t imagine my life without Alex. He’s helped me through some of the worst shit I’ve had to deal with in my entire life, and he’s still there for me every single day without complaint. Sometimes he drives me crazy, sure, but he also saved my life. He dropped everything for me when no one else would. He sang me a cappella Coldplay songs when I was depressed. He drove 500 miles round trip every weekend for five months to see me and take care of me. Then he moved to Seattle for me. You can’t really ask for much more than that.
There’s nothing I can say that could come close to capturing how I feel about this guy, except that I love him more than I ever thought possible. Thank you for making me feel beautiful and loved at a time in my life when I needed it most. I can’t wait for our future together. Happy anniversary, baby. I love you always.
“I felt a tremendous distance between me and everything real.”
—Hunter S. Thompson (via canonbeach)
Craving avocados so hardcore right now.
I finally started watching Parks and Recreation from the beginning. It was a very good decision.
The Tangential: Why Reverse Racism is Not "A Thing" →
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White people are terrified of the day that racism will turn on us. Or maybe it already has! Just kidding it hasn’t, because the idea of “reverse racism” is really fucking dumb. Here’s why.
1. Racism is not a simple two-way exchange.
Discrimination between races doesn’t go like this:
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Accurate.
