Self care is drizzling half a gallon of honey down your throat and spontaneously transporting yourself to the Seelie Court where you proceed to dance in a mushroom circle for the next 300 years
that’s called diabetic ketoacidosis and you’re probably in a coma
if you say the phrase “you can’t be mad at me i have the right to free speech” three times in a mirror justin mcelroy appears and vaporizes you instantly
I think the context is important here
The tweets above were in reference to the backlash he got for these:
My favorite thing about the new year is that everyone has entered 2019 ready to start swinging at the first thing that moves. We’re all out here, not taking any shit, ready to fight, beautiful
It’s like none of this “have a good year!” Shit, everyone is just like “you better make it a good year or else” and honestly that’s powerful. We’re all really out here ready to punch 2019 in the throat, iconic
Imagine thinking your spouse is a sexy secret agent for decades only to find out he’s a restaurant critic for fat tire boy magazine
Better yet imagine a real spy getting in trouble and mistaking a restaurant critic for a fellow agent. But the critic takes their job very seriously and won’t reveal themselves and so gets pulled into some kind of huge dangerous conspiracy whilst continuing to take notes on the quality of every restaurant they almost get shot in.
God i wish someone would sell me a haunted house. Ghosts aren’t real and I’d love to get a really nice house for like half the price that it should be.
I remember my wife often saying how exhausting it was for her to have to tell me what to do all the time. It’s why the sexiest thing a man can say to his partner is “I got this,” and then take care of whatever needs taken care of.
I always reasoned: “If you just tell me what you want me to do, I’ll gladly do it.”
But she didn’t want to be my mother. She wanted to be my partner, and she wanted me to apply all of my intelligence and learning capabilities to the logistics of managing our lives and household.
She wanted me to figure out all of the things that need done, and devise my own method of task management.
I wish I could remember what seemed so unreasonable to me about that at the time.
It’s not just about equal division of labor. It’s also about, “this thing is important to her. If he ignores it, he’s saying that what she wants is irrelevant to him.”
And that’s a guy saying, “I’m only spending time with you because it’s pleasant for me.” He’s already decided what’s “really” important, and her input is not welcome.
If he won’t do the dishes and laundry, he’s looking for fun, not a partnership. And his “leftist” ideals will be the same–something he studies because it’s interesting to him; a form of activism that he thinks will bring him a better life. If he can’t do household tasks that matter to a person he loves, he sure as hell can’t support policies that help people whose struggles he doesn’t even acknowledge are real.
LET’S LOOK AT THIS MONEY SHOT RIGHT HERE ONE MORE TIME:
I always reasoned: “If you just tell me what you want me to do, I’ll gladly do it.”
But she didn’t want to be my mother. She wanted to be my partner, and she wanted me to apply all of my intelligence and learning capabilities to the logistics of managing our lives and household.
She wanted me to figure out all of the things that need done, and devise my own method of task management.
DEAR FUCKING GAWD THIS IS THE SINGLE MOST IMPORTANT DETAIL. STOP WAITING FOR ME TO TELL YOU WHAT TO DO. KNOW THAT YOU NEED TO DO IT BECAUSE YOU FUCKING LIVE HERE TOO, AND YOU’VE SEEN IT DONE DAILY FOR A DECADE.
