Look how much this dorky kitten loves this cranky old lady cat
SHE JUST WANTS TO MAKE FRIENDS
THE GLIMMER OF HOPE IN HER EYES.
Ah, the eternal tragedy of young playful cats and old grumpy ones.
Beirut indie band Mashrou’ Leila become the first regional artists to appear on the cover of Rolling Stone in the next issue, on shelves Sunday.
"Smell the Jasmin & remember to remember me.. Smell the Jasmin & remember to forget me"
favorite friendships: kathy griffin + anderson (andy) cooper"Why are you attempting to handcuff yourself to me?"
wine tastes so bad. I’m convinced the whole world is in on an inside joke together trying to persuade me that wine tastes good to them. there’s no way any one can like the taste of it. it’s like bug spray. the whole frickin world pretends to like bug spray. I don’t understand why. stop the madness
wine is an acquired taste. if you don’t like it, acquire some taste
I think about this a lot
And I think acquired taste is a bit…off as a concept
I think it’s more about learning how to differentiate between different favors of alcohol, and figuring out what you like and don’t like.
Of course, it’s entirely possible that you might not like any of it, and no one should be forced to do anything they don’t want to do.
Reblogging bc people give me that “you just have to keep drinking it until you like it!” bullshit and I am 100000% not here or there or anywhere for that.
Especially bc the ultimate goal of “acquiring the taste” seems to be acquiring the ability to drink enough of it to get drunk, which is just a terrible idea tbh.
I had a patient in the clinic who really did not want an abortion but who had no resources to cover the costs of prenatal care or childbirth. She was single and without insurance coverage but made just enough money to be ineligible for state assistance. She already had outstanding bills at the hospital and with the local ob-gyn practice. No doctor would see her without payment up front.
We were willing to do the abortion for a reduced rate or for free if necessary. But she really didn’t want an abortion. Once I understood her situation, I went to the phone and called the local ‘crisis pregnancy center.’
"Hello, this is Dr. Wicklund."
Dead silence. I might as well have said I was Satan.
"Hello?" I said again. "This is Dr. Wicklund."
"Hello," very tentatively, followed by another long silence.
"I need help with a patient," I said. She came to me for an abortion, but really doesn’t want one. What she really needs is someone to do her prenatal care and birth for free."
"What do you expect us to do?"
I let that hang for a minute." —
This Common Secret, Susan Wicklund
Crisis Pregnancy Centers often disguise themselves as medical facilities, with advertisements offering “help” with an unplanned pregnancy. Their main goal is to keep the pregnant person from having an abortion at all costs. Usually, all they’ll give you is a free pregnancy test, some baby clothes, and maybe a box of diapers.
The patient referred to in the quote was given free prenatal care and did not have to pay the financial cost of childbirth by a local anti-choice doctor. She would often stop by Dr. Wicklund’s office to let her know how she was doing:
"He always moans and groans about being tricked into [doing this]," she says. "Then he goes off on these tirades against abortion."
my boyfriend lol
This is the reason gifsets were invented
friendly reminder that this wasn’t in the script - they were just messing around on set one day and this happened.
no but really, like
i know that some folks love telling creative people that “you should be doing it for fun because you love it not for the compliments” but creative people thrive on feedback whether it’s critical or just complimentary
so when i write fanfiction and don’t get any actual feedback i feel like i spent all that time and energy doing it for nothing because i’m not getting feedback from the people i wrote it for
doing something you’re proud of and then presenting it to the sound of utter silence is like the worst feeling on earth
Not an artist, but I wanted to add:
Even Stephen Sondheim - Sondheim the legend, the greatest living musical theatre composer on earth - once told somebody, “When I ask you for the first time what you think of my newest work, just smile and say you loved it. Save your criticisms for later. At that moment when I’ve just released this little vulnerable piece of my soul into the public eye, I need to hear you say you loved it, even if you didn’t.”
That’s me paraphrasing but yeah.
If you take a young man and woman and they both tell a stranger that they work in the same restaurant, it’s very likely that they will assume that the woman is the waitress, and the young man a cook.
But I thought a woman’s place was in the kitchen? Not when she’s being paid for it. I can’t believe it took me this long to realize the implication of this. A woman’s place is one of servitude.
this fucking hit me like a fucking train