im so fucking angry despite intentionally washing my like two “workplace appropriate” white shirts separate so they wouldn’t get stained they still somehow got washed with FUCKING LIPBALM ANYWAYS so i just spent the last half hour i wanted to use cleaning putting a fucking dawn and baking soda abomination on the stains
reddit removed two of my posts from r/crochet because I was “encouraging illegal activity.”
Which. Fair. I was explaining how easy it is to steal from Hobby Lobby.
They don’t have door sensors or barcodes, and I believe their overall security camera coverage is fake or shit.
You see, when barcodes were invented, evangelicals were convinced it was the sign of the devil (or government tracking; hard to tell). The point is, Hobby Lobby doesn’t have bar codes to this day because the devil could jump in your belly button.
And if you don’t have barcodes, you CAN’T have door sensors because the devil could jump right up a vagina, and you could get impregnated with the antichrist, and Hobby Lobby would have to make a very difficult choice about their anti-contraception views.
Oh, and they knowingly stole a fuckton of ancient artifacts, and the money they paid for those (not all stealing is just taking; sometimes money changes hands) funded fucking ISIS.
So. If you’re intellectually curious. You can steal from Hobby Lobby REALLY EASILY.
i got these knockoff boots online and instead of the brand name on the tag they have the name of an apparently nonexistent martin scorsese movie??? what the fuck
How the fuck does his have less than 200k after setting the internet on fire for months
*listening to an extremely well known and popular song that pretty much everyone knows* wow this song is so special to me, personally. This is mine. They made this song for me. It’s my song. Mine. My song. My very special me-song that they made just for me
Something I never hear anyone talk about in the ‘why are Young Adults (late teens to early 30s) reading so much Young Adult (teens) fiction These Days’ discussion is how surprisingly difficult it can be to transition from kids books to adult fiction.
And I don’t mean in terms of content. Forget themes, characters, plots, etc. I’m talking pure practicality.
As a kid, most of the books you read are calibrated to you exactly. Your local library likely has a 'children’s’ section, and that section is likely split into smaller sub-sections based on age group. 0-5, 5-8, 8-12, teen. A lot of your interests and experiences are pretty easy to guess at based on average developmental stages (eg. most 16-18 year olds will relate to Coming Of Age stories), so it’s probably pretty easy for you to walk into a bookshop or library and find a book aimed at you specifically.
But get to 18 (or younger) and start straying into the 'adult’ section, and suddenly nothing is calibrated anymore. When people complain that all 'grownup fiction’ is about white middle class heterosexual couples going through angsty divorces in their mid-forties, this is what they’re complaining about. They can’t find books they can personally relate to, or that are about topics that they are interested in.
And yeah, sure, books shouldn’t have to be relatable to be good or enjoyable. But there’s also nothing wrong with wanting to read a book about young people, when you’re young. Or queer people, if you’re queer. Or people from your particular culture, religion, or ethnicity.
Even if we ignore the relatability aspect entirely, there’s also nothing wrong with wanting to read a fantasy book that isn’t just 'Tolkien but drearier’ or a sci-fi that wasn’t written by some guy in the 1960s who thought that women were just another kind of alien.
The problem is, fundamentally, that finding the books you like amid the haystack is a skill that most people are not being taught.
As a result, when they get past YA and try using the old tricks of just picking up whatever is on the bestseller list at the moment, or whatever their local library is currently touting as their 'book of the week’, they frequently end up with something that isn’t suited to their tastes.
And maybe they love it and it opens up a whole new genre that they’d never considered, but more often they hate it but feel obliged to slog through because this is a 'grownup book’ and they have decided they want to be a 'grownup reader’.
A few times being burned like this, and they come to the conclusion that all adult fiction is boring, and that the people who read it are all either mature geniuses of the type they could only hope to be, or slogging through like they were and only pretending to like it.
Thus they run back to the familiarity of YA—which is fine, to be clear, there’s nothing actually wrong with reading YA as an adult— but there’s every chance that somewhere on the bookshelves is a potential favourite author of theirs that they will now never know because they were never taught how to find them.
Just a quick doodle page of clown Gerard because l like him (also I’m still not quite sure what their makeup looked like before it melted off their face lol)
Postcard: “Christ died for our Dunkin’ Donuts,” 1994, Folder 29, Box 1, William Rosenberg Papers, 1940-2002, MC 187, Milne Special Collections and Archives, University of New Hampshire Library, Durham, NH, USA.
