Successfully completing a problem for my E&M class only to discover, after neatly writing it up, that I'd forgotten to do any calculations for the M part.
The fucking abortion trucks driving aimlessly around campus. If you didn't have the honor, these are big, delivery-style trucks emblazoned with pictures of bloody, aborted homunculii (with coins for scale!) with CHOICE?? printed in bold, hysterical letters and a URL for a pro-life site at the bottom.
This pisses me off for two reasons. One, it's just fucking gross--there's no reason to resort to tactics like that. People who abort fetuses generally know what fetuses look like, and if they don't, they probably don't care. It's just scare tactics. And two, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter what they look like, because at that point, they're still parasites. Leeches. Tapeworms.
It's the same choice I made when I paid for my birth control--the choice not to have a child. I'm not much of a feminist, but the idea that some male lawmaker can tell me how many children I should have boils my blood. If I get knocked up despite my best efforts, are they, or the pro-lifers, going to make sure the baby daddy's life stops for three or four months? Are they going to pay my medical bills? No? Then fuck the hell off.
I saw a girl today wearing tights. As pants. Without a long shirt or dress over them. Just a regular T-shirt, jacket, and tights. Tights are not pants. You look stupid; too stupid to even properly put on clothing.
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