Heathen Grace

When Harry Met Sally…and got it right.

Harry Burns: Would you like to have dinner?… Just friends.
Sally Albright: I thought you didn’t believe men and women could be friends.
Harry Burns: When did I say that?
Sally Albright: On the ride to New York.
Harry Burns: No, no, no, I never said that… Yes, that’s right, they can’t be friends. Unless both of them are involved with other people, then they can… This is an amendment to the earlier rule. If the two people are in relationships, the pressure of possible involvement is lifted… That doesn’t work either, because what happens then is, the person you’re involved with can’t understand why you need to be friends with the person you’re just friends with. Like it means something is missing from the relationship and why do you have to go outside to get it? And when you say “No, no, no it’s not true, nothing is missing from the relationship,” the person you’re involved with then accuses you of being secretly attracted to the person you’re just friends with, which you probably are. I mean, come on, who the hell are we kidding, let’s face it. Which brings us back to the earlier rule before the amendment, which is men and women can’t be friends.

Turns out, they were correct. I thought I had found the one friend who wouldn’t leave. And I was wrong. After 8 years of friendship I just got dumped. And I don’t know how I feel about it.

2 weeks ago

When I go inside Sagrada Familia

thetimeistudiedabroad:

Exactly my thoughts

3 weeks ago -

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On Assholes.

“Some girls date assholes and then complain about wanting nice guys to like them.
Then the nice guys complain that girls always date assholes instead of them.
But me? I prefer to date assholes because then I don’t feel bad about being a bitch.
So to all the nice guys out there: don’t complain that I date assholes, because you deserve better than me, and they don’t.”

As awful as it might be, I sort of love this quote.

2 months ago

I read this and instantly thought of my best friend. Courtney, you’re the richest person I know.

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3 months ago -

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fyeahthespianpeacock:

I’m playing the character Berthe in Pippin and she is supposed to be knitting or cross-stitching in her scene. I learned how to knit a long time ago but I never got into it. Somehow I remembered how to do it, and now, I knit backstage when I’m bored. It helps me get into character though. :)

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3 months ago -

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3 months ago -

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On a somewhat serious note today because of a conversation the other day: I am sure every girl can recall, at least once as a child, coming home and telling their parents, uncle, aunt or grandparent about a boy who had pulled her hair, hit her, teased her, pushed her or committed some other playground crime. I will bet money that most of those, if not all, will tell you that they were told “Oh, that just means he likes you”. I never really thought much about it before having a daughter of my own. I find it appalling that this line of bullshit is still being fed to young children. Look, if you want to tell your child that being verbally and/or physically abused is an acceptable sign of affection, i urge you to rethink your parenting strategy. If you try and feed MY daughter that crap, you better bring protective gear because I am going to shower you with the brand of “affection” you are endorsing. When the fuck was it decided that we should start teaching our daughters to accept being belittled, disrespected and abused as endearing treatment? And we have the audacity to wonder why women stay in abusive relationships? How did society become so oblivious to the fact that we were conditioning our daughters to endure abusive treatment, much less view it as romantic overtures? Is this where the phrase “hitting on girls” comes from? Well, here is a tip: Save the “it’s so cute when he gets hateful/physical with her because it means he loves her” asshattery for your own kids, not mine. While you’re at it, keep them away from my kids until you decide to teach them respect and boundaries. My daughter is `10 years old and has come home on more than one occasion recounting an incident at school in which she was teased or harassed by a male classmate. There has been several times when someone that she was retelling the story to responded with the old, “that just means he likes you” line. Wrong. I want my daughter to know that being disrespected is NEVER acceptable. I want my daughter to know that if someone likes her and respects her, much less LOVES her, they don’t hurt her and they don’t put her down. I want my daughter to know that the boy called her ugly or pushed her or pulled her hair didn’t do it because he admires her, it is because he is a little asshole and assholes are an occurrence of society that will have to be dealt with for the rest of her life. I want my daughter to know how to deal with assholes she will encounter throughout her life. For now, I want my daughter to know that if someone is verbally harassing her, she should tell the teacher and if the teacher does nothing, she should tell me. If someone physically touches her, tell the teacher then, if it continues, to yell, “STOP TOUCHING/ PUNCHING/ PUSHING ME” in the middle of class or the hallway, then tell me. Last year, one little boy stole her silly bandz from her. He just grabbed her and yanked a handful of them off of her wrist. When I went to the school to address the incident, the teacher smiled and explained it away to her, in front of me, “he probably has a crush on you”. Okay, the boy walked up to my daughter, grabbed and held her by the arm and forcibly removed her bracelets from her as she struggled and you want to convince her that she should be flattered? Fuck off. I am going to punch you in the face but I hope you realize it is just my way of thanking you for the great advice you gave my daughter. If these same advice givers’ sons came home crying because another male classmate was pushing them, pulling their hair, hitting them or calling them names, I would bet dollars to donuts they would tell him to defend themselves and kick the kid’s ass, if necessary. They sure as shit wouldn’t say, “he probably just wants a play date”.
I will teach my daughter to accept nothing less than respect. Anyone who hurts her physically or emotionally doesn’t deserve her respect, friendship or love. I will teach my boys the same thing as well as the fact that hitting on girls doesn’t involve hitting girls. I can’t teach my daughter to respect herself if I am teaching her that no one else has to respect her. I can’t raise sons that respect women, if I teach them that bullying is a valid expression of affection.
The next time that someone offers up that little “secret” to my daughter, I am going to slap the person across the face and yell, “I LOVE YOU”.

You Didn’t Thank Me For Punching You in the Face « Views from the Couch (via verycunninglinguist)

YES YES YES FUCKING HELL YES!!!!!

I dealt with this once when my oldest daughter was in grade 2. The teacher told her to “just ignore” a boy in her class who had on more than one occasion hit her, pulled her hair, pushed her to the ground and chased her screaming around the playground. She was told he probably had a crush on her and only wanted to get her attention. I told her the next time he did it to kick him in the balls…which she did, and then was sent to the principal’s office, and I was called to come in. I received a stern lecture on condoning violence from the male principal after which I said this: “Mr. Y, if you were chasing me, pinning me down or using force on me you can sure as hell bet that I’d do worse than kick you in the balls. If you want to teach your daughters they can’t fight back, so be it…but mine are going to learn that their bodies are THEIR OWN and that they can use whatever force necessary to teach people that lesson when they have to.” There were more balls kicked that year, but no more phone calls home.

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3 months ago -

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Goodnight My Someone

I’ve been single for longer than I care to admit sometimes. And while I know that some of you would sulk at the idea, I don’t particularly mind it. I’ve always been an incredibly independent person, and I don’t need anyone to make me whole. I’m happy with who I am and even where I am in my life. I go where I want, eat what I want, sleep and work when I want. I love not answering to someone or having to worry about hurting someone’s feelings. Truth be told, I have little to no patience for a lot of things.

But on those rare occasions, it would be nice to have someone there. When it’s late at night and all my friends are snuggled up close in their beds with their significant others, I sometimes wish I had someone who was texting me until I fell asleep.

These moments of clear realization that I have no one aren’t too often, but they are brought to light more than I would like. All of my closest friends have that someone. And when we go out I’m the odd (wo)man out most days. It’s not as if I’m the typical third wheel where I’m cock-blocking or put into awkward situations- my friends boyfriends/girlfriends are my friends as well. I just wish that I had that person to share the opposite side of the booth with once in a while. It can get a little lonely.

3 months ago

Secret Santa

Last night in Spain. Terribly sad. But on the bright side we’re doing Secret Santa tonight. However I got mine early. A certain favorite illegal substance from a certain boy I’ve mentioned a few times before. I’m so excited. It’s gonna be a good night. Just gotta remember the snacks.

6 months ago -

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mizzjade:

visualamor:

November 18th, Have sex with a guy with a mustache day.

i’m in.

Cancer loves Glen Beck and hates Nachos. I’m ready to fight.

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