No sympathy for rapists, no sympathy for abusers, no sympathy for those who side with them. No excuses for their behavior, no justifications, no exceptions.
I did! I’ve got a 6 hour train ride from Montreal to Toronto tomorrow, and now I know I’m going to enjoy at least an hour and a half of it!
I think this is cute.
So I was on the fence about downloading Camp Takota (I’m a broke student and $12 is like half a week of groceries), but then I thought about the hours of entertainment those lovely ladies have given me for completely free, and it was like shit, this is least I can do to say thanks for all the giggles and life lessons. So here’s to YouTube’s holy trinity and ramen noodles with peas!
Judit Masco and boy for Mademoiselle, early 90’s.
I had this photo shoot on my wall in the 90s
This was Cecil’s first line in Adventure Vale, the mashup show! :D
Between this and the story about him reassuring F. Scott Fitzgerald re dick size, I’m developing a picture of Hemingway as the mother hen of the disaffected white male literary set of the early 20th century.
He probably called up Steinbeck sometimes and was like I CAN’T EVEN WITH THESE DIPSHITS and Steinbeck was all “That’s what you get for living in Paris, asshole”.