This is my personal tumblr, but until I have the time to set up and maintain a Simblr, my Sims-related posts/reblogs are here.
Skrood is also:
a) a Sociology student
b) a lacto-ovo-vegetarian
c) a cat on some days.
Skrood has:
a) an awesome boyfriend, YH. Whom I suspect is a fuzzy little puppy in disguise.
b) a red-eared slider named Mr. Gibble
c) no idea what to do with her life
Skrood wishes to:
a) be a lifelong learner and dreamer
b) love and be loved in return
c) travel around the world
Skrood likes:
a) food
b) nice music
c) theatre
d) nice films
e) happiness
f) dreaming
g) did I mention, food?
people are boycotting the Kraft commercials for the “Zesty” salad topping because it features a topless man in compromising situations.
people are boycotting it because it sexualizes a man.
people are boycotting a commercial that features one of the oldest marketing strategies because this time it’s a man being exploited.
I JUST BURNT MY HAND ON MY LAMP TRYING TO TURN IT OFF LAMPS SHOULD NOT BE HOT ENOUGH TO GIVE YOU THIRD DEGREE BURNS THIS IS BULLSHIT.
maybe if you’d go outside and used natural sunlight instead of running your lamp for 13 hours straight, this wouldn’t happen :)
OH I’M SORRY IT’S 3:38AM LET ME JUST WAKE UP THE SUN SO I CAN SIT OUTSIDE WITH MY SKINLESS BURNT HAND AND BASK IN THE GLORY OF NATURAL DAYLIGHT.
Do we really have to take this?
A friend of mine was moving from her apartment. She asked me to look after some of her things. I agreed and not too long after she asked if her daughter Frances can come pick it up. I agreed and she came over with her boyfriend, who was also the father of her baby. I helped them carry the stuff down to the car, and during the whole visit exchanged possibly 10 words.
Next day I received these texts. I had to created a fiancee I didn’t really have in order for him to stop.
I never told my friend what her daughter’s boyfriend did. Now they are expecting a second child, so as you all see, there was no break up.
So Do we women really have to take this kind of attitude?
Do we have to invent things and people in order to be left alone.
I don’t want to have my titties banged.
I am not an easy lay.
I don’t deserve this.
Why do I go from being called “cute” “smart” and “pretty” in the beginning of the conversation, to “fatty” “bitch” and “ugly” in the end?
Reblog if you are against sexual harassment.
how do people like this actually exist what the fuck
boiling rage of one thousand white hot suns
Much nicer person than me. I would have published his name.
Jeez, what an insecure tool. He doesn’t deserve the courtesy of a polite answer.
If we could somehow manage to duplicate the speed with which a guy goes from ‘hey you’re sexy’ to ‘YOU FUCKING BITCH HOW DARE YOU BE A PERSON AND SHIT WITH PREFERENCES AND STANDARDS LIKE ANYONE ELSE, DON’T YOU KNOW WOMEN ARE SUPPOSED TO BE POLITE AND ACCOMODATING AT ALL TIMES AND GRATEFUL FOR ALL MALE ATTENTION HOWEVER PRESUMPTUOUS OR DOUCHEY’, we’d probably beat the speed of light.
Funny how “I’m not interested” is never a good enough answer for these assholes, and any “reason” we might invent won’t be good enough either. Until we perhaps mention that we’re already in a relationship with another man. Then suddenly our boundaries deserve respect where they didn’t before, when it was only our clear and definitive “no” standing in the way.
Fucking pions.
An industrious lady could still figure out that email is all I’m saying.
There’s a difference between enjoying something that’s problematic and excusing something that’s problematic because you enjoy it.
