Are you serious right now? I’m a fully certified neurosurgeon. I can break into people’s heads and rewire their brains and tamper with their memory, no problem. But this? This juice box? This sugary drink marketed for eight year olds? No. Sticking a straw into this juice container is apparently just too much for me to handle without fucking it up. I’m done. I quit. Goodbye.
im dying of period cramps on the sofa and i heard someone in the kitchen and assumed it was my mom so i yelled I CAN FEEL MY UTERUS PULSING HELP and my dad came into the room with the most horrified expression on his face
today we studied gender and language, and how language is misogynistic with words like “slut”. so i wrote “fuck the patriarchy” at the top of my page for fun. then we did an exercise on describing colour. for number 1, i wrote “mustard”, because it was a dirty yellow colour. then she moved on, leaving me with these notes:
it just looks like i got really angry about sexism then started a grocery list