Here’s a serious advice. Even the nicest people have their limits. Don’t try to reach that point because the nicest people are also the scariest assholes when they’ve had enough.
i like the word partners because no one can tell if you’re dating or if you’re in a buddy cop movie
oddly enough, no one can tell if Simon Pegg and Nick Frost are dating or in a buddy cop movie.
This is the most meta thing I’ve ever seen on Cartoon Network.
OH. MY. GOD.
OH MY FREAKING LORD
HOLY FUCK
oh.
Okay so I followed this video about foreshortening and…
Sycra. I love you so much for making this video.
YOU GOTTA BE FUCKING SHITTING ME
guys
GUYS
SHIT
SHIT GUYS
I will never shop at that store ever!!!
i thought this was a joke but
no
and even if it were
Spread it around, Tumblr!
I heard about this a while back on Reddit; I still can’t believe it.
The “burning clothes” thing is just the unsurprising cherry on top. Also remember when they fired a woman from one of their stores because she had a prosthetic limb?
What the hell?
it’s getting worse. i really hope this place closes…
I am 42 years old and have been on a permanent diet for the past 30 years. The logic is simple and irrefutable: any self-respecting woman wants to be thin, writes SAMANTHA BRICK.Samantha Brick has once again returned, ready to lead women to the bright future where they all starve themselves in an effort to stay young and beautiful forever, and damn the consequences.
Once again, anybody above a size 12 or of the curvier disposition is thrown heartily under a bus, along with men who prefer those figures. Sorry, boys, you’re freaks.
I have nothing wrong with people wanting to be thinner. I have no issues with men being attracted to people who are thinner. Different people find different physical attributes attractive. For instance, I prefer men who are tall. I have never dated anyone shorter than me. Two previous boyfriends were over 6 feet. I’m not about to tell people that all women prefer tall men though, because that would be grossly exaggerating.
Still, because of my figure, it looks like I’m going to be alone for a very long time.
I can’t expect to be promoted in the workplace either, because my boss will see my figure and instantly make a snap judgement on how that would affect my performance.
If I want to lose weight, a great way to do it would be to eat a packet of Polo mints for two meals a day to replace vital vitamins and minerals in my diet. I can’t see how that’s a bad idea or why her lecturers would be worried about her. Skipping breakfast and replacing it with strong black coffee? Great! Less than a thousand calories a day! Totally fine! It’s not like it’s impossible to get all the nutrients, healthy fats and proteins you need to function with that low a number, is far lower than the base rate of calories your body actually needs to function, and damages your metabolism if you do it for a prolonged period of time!
Your husband would divorce you if you ever gained weight? Gee, I can’t wait to marry a man that only judges my worthiness as a wife on the number labelling my clothes. And not having the mental or physical strength to work while I put my body through a serious trauma 4 times a year on a crash diet seems great. I can’t wait to see what that will do for my singing career.
All of this, by the way, is because I’m jealous that I will never have any worth as a woman, and I do not consider myself attractive at all. In fact, look at me. I am a complete failure.
Yup, disgusting.
Jesus, I’m not even wearing make up in this one! How can I ever stand to leave the house?!
Excuse me, you guys, I am going to go and throw out everything in the flat that isn’t a vegetable.
I totally agree that every woman’s worth is solely based on her waistline. Thank you Samantha Brick.*
*IF YOU DON’T REALIZE ALL OF THAT WAS SARCASM THEN PLEASE READ THIS DISCLAIMER THAT IS SAYING THAT WAS DEFINITELY ALL SARCASM.
Wow. Just… wow. There’s a lot going on here. On the one hand, I am furious with her for propagating a dangerous message of body-shaming, stunningly misogynist attitudes and eating disorders as a lifestyle; but on the other hand I’m slightly scared that she genuinely seems to think that this is a good idea and has damaged herself so badly in the process. Then there’s the bleakly comic irony that her sparkling road of skinny and “beautiful” (I would give her that word without the quotes around it were it not for her personality) successes led her to marry an overweight chauvinist who emotionally abused her whilst she was depressed… which she saw as a positive thing.
However, let’s all remember her article about how everyone hates her because she’s “beautiful” and let’s call her what she is: a juvenile attention-seeker, seemingly motivated by a litany of insecurities which she foists onto her readers in a glorious technicolor projection of truly cinematic proportions.
So after decrying the more out-and-out dangerous of her ideas, let’s just let her be. Leave her alone, stop reading her articles, pity the crazy lady but don’t make eye contact; after all, she might think you’re going to buy her lunch and punch you in the face.
When New Zealand defined marriage to allow same-sex marriages, the gallery broke out into Pokarekare Ana, a Maori love song.
Those aren’t tears, it’s just been raining on my face.
