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Robin Thicke is unapologetic about how rapey ‘Blurred Lines’ is, meanwhile the dude who parodied it issues a public apology for one word.

And that is just one reason why I love Weird Al.

It’s great that he’s addressed this but are we really supposed to believe that NO ONE during the extremely lengthy processes of writing a song, recording it, mastering it and animating the music video wouldn’t have brought it up?

Excuse me but how the hell is spastic even remotely insulting?

So I just recently learned that in the UK calling someone spastic means the same thing as calling someone retarded, only much worse.

If it makes people in the UK feel any better, people in the US literally do not know this (like literally no one I have ever met and/or know). Here being spastic is usually meant to mean something along the lines of acting like a hyper-active child (like running around in circles yelling just because they feel like it please be quiet for just 2 minutes type of child). NOBODY here uses it as a slur.

Since Weird Al is a US musician and the US music industry is pretty non-international, yeah actually I think its entirely possible that none of the people who worked on this song actually knew that spastic was considered an awful slur in some parts of the world.

And I’m like 99.9999% sure that Weird Al is genuinely very sorry that he was accidentally offensive.

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martinfreeman:

i feel like the weirdest thing in the whole world is that purses are considered to be like, for girls„„ in society……. i mean like……….. everybody has objects that need to be carried. why would that be a girl thing? carrying objects? a girl only thing?

can the science side of tumblr expalin this

because men get to carry things in their fully funcTIONAL POCKETS OF THEIR CLOTHING

Aprons were the predecessors of purses. And of course aprons are also seen as a “girly” thing. The Colonist women had aprons so they could use it as a big pouch to carry flowers, vegetables, herbs, and some firewood.

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khancealdontfeel:

I just had a nightmare that I was sitting on the toilet and the floor collapsed

Perhaps it can be interpreted as to mean that a place you consider safe no longer feels safe or stable? The toilet, a place of vulnerability and solitude, represents places…

Perhaps the spicy food was your reason for being on the toilet in the first place? Blew out the whole floor? Damn.

Oh god I think I just woke up my mom laughing.
It all circles back around

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grizzlykurtz:

khancealdontfeel:

I just had a nightmare that I was sitting on the toilet and the floor collapsed

Perhaps it can be interpreted as to mean that a place you consider safe no longer feels safe or stable? The toilet, a place of vulnerability and solitude, represents places…

Perhaps the spicy food was your reason for being on the toilet in the first place? Blew out the whole floor? Damn.

khancealdontfeel:

I just had a nightmare that I was sitting on the toilet and the floor collapsed

Perhaps it can be interpreted as to mean that a place you consider safe no longer feels safe or stable? The toilet, a place of vulnerability and solitude, represents places where you feel comfortable, private. But with the floor collapsing underneath you maybe there is something in your life that you feel is slipping away, or that you are losing that sense of safety?

khancealdontfeel asked:

((Ok so once you get this you have to share 5 random facts about yourself. Then send this to 10 of your favourite followers!!

Random? Okie dokie

1. My last two toes on each foot overlap each other and if I’m not up to date with clipping my toenails they will dig into the other toe with every step, drawing blood.

2. I am convinced that there is some kind of metaphysical connection between me and my straight cousin who’s half a year younger than me. We’ve always been close and I have a lot of (not wet) dreams about him. So i have assumed that one of us will play a larger role in our lives some time in the future.

3. My boyfriend Nick is a 5’5” twink who loves fashion and gossip and reality tv but has a fierce affinity for video games and has gotten to round 40+ on Nazi Zombies before.

4. I am a very peaceful person and in general a pacifist with the exception of self-defense. But my empathy means that I flare up into a righteous rage when someone else is threatened. So I’m a cuddly teddy bear when you’re nice but a pissed off mama bear when my friends are threatened.

5. As a child (meaning up until five minutes ago) I would occasionally pray desperately to God to grant me either the Force or some other kind of super ability. That said. I have a very sensitive tongue palette and can often distinguish individual ingredients in a recipe (as long as I’m familiar with them obviously). I also have become an adept listener and most times have been able to successfully offer advice and counseling that ends well.

grizzlykurtz asked:

What happened with the guys with the trash bag??

khancealdontfeel:

artgrizzly:

khancealdontfeel:

I should probably tell the whole story from start to finish, actually.
So my cousin’s family was out of town for the day, and they wanted us to check on their cat for them while they were gone.
We had just gone to some Chinese carry-out place to get dinner. The goods were sitting in the backseat, so I decide to stay in the car because a: maybe I could sneak some shrimp lomaine out of that box, and b: who knows what kind of Chinese food-crazy criminals are hanging around at any given moment?
It was a nice day out, so my mom rolls down the windows and takes the keys inside.
Maybe twi minutes later a girl comes out of the house two doors down and looks me dead in the eyes, then breaks into a run heading towards the house across the street. I don’t think too much of this when it first happens, but then she comes back towards the house with some guy carrying trash bag that looks to be at least 6 feet long and a shovel. He walks back to her house, and she runs inside and grabs her dog, a rather large and burly. They start walking towards my car.
Frantically, I lock the door, even though I know it wouldn’t do much good since the window is open. I think of climbing out the driver’s side, but instead I just sit and wait.

They come within six feet of the car and suddenly pitch the shovel into the ground and start filling the bag with their neighbor’s grass and dirt. They walk back into the house and shut the door. And that’s exactly what happened.

God that was wild and unfulfilling!

I know!! The whole story leaves more questions than answers! It just proves that we live in a ver strange world with very strange people all around us.

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