l'esprit de l'escalier or esprit d'escalier (staircase wit) is thinking of a clever comeback when it is too late. the phrase can be used to describe a riposte to an insult or any witty remark that comes to mind too late to be useful—after one has left the scene of the encounter. the phenomenon is usually accompanied by a feeling of regret at not having thought of it when it was most needed or suitable.
I’m just saying, the next Star Trek movie needs to be a 3 hour epic space-opera adaptation of The Trouble With Tribbles
(via thesixpennybook)
let us have a moment of silence for those who unknowingly dated and broke up with a future celebrity
my math teacher dated Ryan Gosling in highschool.
my neighbor dated bill nye the science guy
well my godmother dated david tennant when they were 16
my friend’s teacher’s first kiss was benedict cumberbatch
i’m so sorry
This body of work is an exploration of the extent of cultural appropriation and encourages a discussion about it. I give the appropriator and the appropriated the opportunity to defend themselves and create a dialogue between them, while maintaining a neutral stance myself. I am not attacking those who appropriate, merely educating and creating awareness. I’m also exploring appropriation myself, and discovering the carying degrees of it within this visual conversation.
I’d like to make this a long term exploration, with a lot more participants as a form of generation-wide debate. If you’d like to be photographed to add your point of view, please do not hesitate to pop me a message here or an email at sanaahamid@yahoo.com and we could work something out!
(via non-westernhistoricalfashion)
Last night I dreamed I was deep-sea diving to the ocean floor, and as we descended my scuba diving instructor said ‘Now we’re passing through the Friend Zone’ and I was like ‘Oh hell no, there is no way there’s a layer of the ocean called the fucking Friend Zone’ and the instructor just looked at me sadly and said ‘Marine biologists are very bitter people.’
This made perfect sense.
If you step on my foot, you need to get off my foot.
If you step on my foot without meaning to, you need to get off my foot.
If you step on my foot without realizing it, you need to get off my foot.
If everyone in your culture steps on feet, your culture is horrible, and you need to get off my foot.
If you have foot-stepping disease, and it makes you unaware you’re stepping on feet, you need to get off my foot. If an event has rules designed to keep people from stepping on feet, you need to follow them. If you think that even with the rules, you won’t be able to avoid stepping on people’s feet, absent yourself from the event until you work something out.
If you’re a serial foot-stepper, and you feel you’re entitled to step on people’s feet because you’re just that awesome and they’re not really people anyway, you’re a bad person and you don’t get to use any of those excuses, limited as they are. And moreover, you need to get off my foot.
See, that’s why I don’t get the focus on classifying harassers and figuring out their motives. The victims are just as harassed either way.
Hershele Ostropoler, in a comment on John Scalzi’s blog post, “Readercon, Harassment, Etc.”
The comment is in reference to sexual harassment that occurred at the Readercon convention and the subsequent defense of the situation by some members of fandom and the Readercon Board.
It’s also applicable to other situations where someone claims their intentions were pure and they didn’t mean to do something sexist/racist/heterosexist/abelist, etc. Even if you did not mean to step on someone’s foot—you did.
(via racebending)
(via sandwichocracy)
Eat that pussy and be grateful. There’s starving nice guys in fedoras who don’t have any.
(Source: sarahtheheartslayer, via avatarsnowy)
