A tale of two newspaper front pages. A commentary on the World Cup, yesterday and today (“The Darkest Hour for a Nation”) via Brazil’s Metro. Thanks to Steve Anderson for the tip.
My favourite will always be “So that’s where the manhole covers from Flavortown come from!”, in reference to a pizza."Now, just hear me out here. I’m not saying I think Guy Fieri is totally delusional and has conjured up a completely fictional metropolitan area that he makes frequent visits to in his mind and whose mayor is a dancing chili dog named Tex Frankfurter. (I’m not not saying that either, for the record.) I’m saying, what if Guy Fieri thinks there’s a real place called Flavortown somewhere out there, off the map and possibly lost to time and the elements, kind of like how salty old sea captains used to talk about Atlantis?"
This is great.
Trigger warnings: abortion, overblown think pieces
Obvious Child gives me a sense of calm, which may sound odd at first, but hear me out.
There are certain female experiences like abortion that are 99.9% of the time portrayed by the mainstream (patriarchal) media as being massive,…
1. Solidarity, Molly.
2. I never cried once and he called me a robot.
3. After it was over, we were sitting on my bed and he was sobbing and asking me why I didn’t “feel anything” and I was still kind wacked out from all the drugs and I just thought it was so funny that I had been through this “horrible” experience but I felt SO RELIEVED and he was the one crying and I just started laughing hysterically. And then I broke up with him.