Listen. Kids can be annoying. You do not get any bonus points for disliking them. You used to be one of them; you have only survived to your current state of shitty, entitled quasi-adulthood and whiny, wholly unearned misanthropy because the people who were adults back during your physiological childhood (as a thing distinct from the prolonged emotional and intellectual childhood that characterizes the Ew gross, kids! crowd) tolerated your tantrums and squeals and bullshit. Because enough of them behaved like adults to offset the fedoras and overgrown teenagers and Starbucks philosophers who were dumb enough to treat childhood like it’s a personality defect and not simply the first part of growing into an adult.
You did not become an (objectively lousy excuse for an) adult now by having the good taste and wise judgment to leave childhood, O Hater of the Young. You are not smarter than kids because you became an adult and they didn’t. You survived a certain number of years, your hormones did some shit, and you grew hair on your genitals. Congratulations on that having occurred for you before today’s little kids. It is your responsibility to ensure that this does not turn out to have been a bad thing. You can start by not holding childhood against children.
Thank god someone has some sense.
Still will never give birth to them.
I wish this had an image credit. I’m always so excited when I see fat dancers.
A dancer’s body is a body that dances.
If I’d seen this when I was younger maybe I would not have stopped dancing because I got fat.
Welcome to Passive, New York
As Andy Henriquez, a 19 year old from Washington Heights lay in his cell dying from a tear in his aorta, an artery that supplies blood to the heart, he asked a guard if he could call his mother just to say goodbye. For days he suffered in pain barely able to breathe as the blood made its way down to his groin. He request was denied. His fellow inmates knew something was wrong. They screamed and kicked doors in a failed bid to get Andy some help.
A doctor who visited him earlier that day prescribed him hand cream and wrote the prescription in the wrong name.
Hours later he was found dead on the floor of his cell.
This happened in April of last year, New Yorkers are just hearing about it today because a suit has been filed by the lawyer of Mr. Henriquez’s family.
In this last year I have been thinking about some things….
I have thought about the death of Eric Garner and the muted outrage that followed.
I have thought about all the black men who were set up by Detective Louis Scarcella from Brooklyn, who have languished in jail for years and are just now having their cases reviewed after it was discovered Scarcella was crooked and the silence that followed.
I have thought about how everyone just accepts that Stop and Frisk is a thing of the past and that the rights of black and brown men here in New York City are not still being violated.
I have thought about how slick it was for our Mayor to parade his black family in front of the cameras to get elected and how New Yorkers have yet to check him for basically being Bloomberg 2.0.
I have thought about those who live in the projects whose stewards, NYCHA, last year said they had a surplus of money to fix them and are now saying this year they have no money.
I have thought about how “affordable housing” here means you must make damn near 100k, yet no one seems to believe that this city hates its poor.
I have thought about the fact that this city has the highest rates of workplace discrimination lawsuits in the country, yet no one wants to address racism in the workplace.
I have thought about how gentrification of this city has made many neighborhoods I once loved and enjoyed unrecognizable and in my view turned its residents into the quietest, softest, most passive lot of New Yorkers I have ever experienced in my lifetime here.
Who the fuck are you people?
There will be very little outrage over Mr. Henriquez’s death. This lot of New Yorkers would be more outraged if you kicked a cat than if you choked a young black man to death or allowed one to internally bleed to death on the floor of a jail cell.
“Tony Stark ‘not recommended’ “
Everyone watching on t.v. everyone in the street and every person on the helicarrier bridge watched Tony fly that nuke through the portal and every single last one of them cheered when he disappeared from view….except Nick Fury.
For someone who wasn’t recommended, Fury calls on Tony a lot. Nick had told Tony about the Avengers Initiative years earlier. It was Tony they sent in to talk to Ross. It’s Tony whom Fury immediately calls for when the carriers engines go down and it’s Tony that Fury calls for when the nuke is fired. And each and every time, Tony responds instantly.
Nick would have been in his early twenties when Tony was born. Shield would definitely have had Howard Stark’s only child under surveillance, especially when Tony presented with a genius intellect and Nick when he joined Shield, would have had access to those files.. It is no coincidence that Shield just up and had a form of an antidote when Tony had palladium poisoning. This was Shield protecting a future asset. So Fury would have watched as Tony grew up. Watched as he lost his parents, as he forged his own path in the business world, been fully briefed on Tony’s kidnapping. There may be exasperation with Tony but there is respect and a certain fondness too. Fury is smirking with a definite ‘oh my god, this boy’ in the donut shop and he steps up and in between Cap and Tony when Cap gets in Tony’s space and tells him to ‘put on the suit’. He knows how Tony will react to a challenge. Fury’s been watching video of Tony since his birth. He knows this man.
When he tells Tony that the nuke has been fired Fury knows, he knows exactly what Tony will do. He knows that he is sending this man, this man he has watched grow from a child, to his certain death.
So while Shield, the WSC, the people of Manhattan and the rest of the country are celebrating, Fury is mourning. This isn’t the first time Fury has ‘lost a soldier’ and Tony isn’t a soldier but Fury knows he has just lost a good man who had the heart, courage and potential to be one of his best assets. A leader in his fledgling team.
He knows you don’t recommend someone to become a hero, it’s something they simply inherently are.
I’m not crying YOU’RE CRYING
it’s raining on my face indoors