sodisarmingdarling:

Because old white dudes should totally continue to comment on what happens to women’s bodies.

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twinkiethekidd:

“Everyone has that moment. They’re eating gross oysters or putting on loafers or suddenly calling a couch a “chesterfield.” They’re meeting friends at the Minetta Tavern or whatever the upscale diner with fourteen-dollar mimosas is called where they live. Everyone will inevitably, at some point, pause and recognize that they no longer exist in their shoplifting, joyriding glory days, and that the people with whom they partook in these activities grew up to be assholes or bankers or really nice mothers.”

jayparkinsonmd:

The Foxtons Mini Cooper

Katz had read extensively in popular sociobiology, and his understanding of the depressive personality type and its seemingly perverse persistence in the human gene pool was that depression was a successful adaptation to ceaseless pain and hardship. Pessimism, feelings of worthlessness and lack of entitlement, inability to derive satisfaction from pleasure, a tormenting awareness of the world’s general crappiness: for Katz’s Jewish paternal forebears, who’d been driven from shtetl to shtetl by implacable anti-Semites, as for the old Angles and Saxons on his mother’s side, who’d labored to grow rye and barley in the poor soils and short summers of northern Europe, feeling bad all the time and expecting the worst had been natural ways of equilibrating themselves with the lousiness of their circumstances. Few things gratified depressives, after all, more than really bad news. This obviously wasn’t an optimal way to live, but it had its evolutionary advantages. Depressive in grim situations handed down their genes, however despairingly, while the self-improvers converted to Christianity or moved to sunnier locales.

-excerpted from Freedom, Jonathan Franzen, p. 192.

I want to go there.

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steinbolt1:

Click here for part 1.

NOTE: I knew this would be a difficult one to write about because I don’t remember too much happening after my parents visited me. I decided to throw in some passages from Andrew Solomon’s The Noonday Demon. As far as I know, I’m only doing it for this post. Also,…

Oh…*that* WWF

smack416:

wtf