If whatever asshole wasting a gallon or more of water doesn’t get hurt doing the ice bucket challenge, I don’t wanna watch it.
I also don’t care what anyone has to say in defense of it. It’s inexcusable to be that careless with a resource we’re eventually going to be fighting wars over.
And, oh yeah, that people are dying without every day.
Donate money if you really give a damn.
I accidentally bought the waterproof version of my favorite mascara and I’m purdy bummed about it.
I really, really don’t understand the appeal of waterproof makeup.
What are the women of the world possibly doing that require their mascaraed eyelashes to be able to withstand regular floods of water?
And is it worth the awful mess of trying to wash it off at the end of the day? Or the inevitable fallout you get under your waterline because it’s impossible to get it all off on the first try?
Someone explain me a thing cause I just don’t get it!
Update: Okay, so a couple of you gave me some legit reasons for the waterproofness. I knew there was something going right over my head there.
Are eye tattoos a fairly recent fad? Because I’ve been seeing a lot of them lately, and wow, they’re revolting. Even more so than stretched earlobes, which I also find unforgivably grotesque.
But more importantly, why would you risk something as precious as your eyesight!?
Fuckin’ neanderthals. I’m so done.
Beauty privilege is very real. None of us are imagining it, and if we aren’t born genetic lottery winners, our only option is to compensate with style, grace, and charm. Of course, none of that shit comes cheap. That’s kind of the whole point. It’s all meant to be aspirational and exclusionary. We’re supposed to feel depressed by our skin, agitated by our bodies, and anxious about our invisibility. That’s the insidious subtlety of social control. The worst part is that we know in our rational minds that it’s all bullshit, and yet we’re still plagued with self-loathing when we can’t live up to unattainable beauty standards. No matter how much self-acceptance we achieve, we can still look in the mirror and instantly catalog all the things about ourselves that we don’t think measure up. It’s maddening. It makes us feel like hypocrites even though it’s not our hypocrisy.
On a related note, there are at least five people where I work that I know of who are currently reaping the consequences of a DUI charge.
Fuckin’ dipshits. Every single one of them.