how some people will do like: “one year solid of not reading anything written by a cis/white/het male”. I want to do that but also include bands/shows. like i don’t want to see music that is comprised solely of cis/white/het men.
“The parents of Michael Brown, a black teenager who was shot dead by police in the US state of Missouri last month, have rejected the Ferguson police chief’s apology. In an interview with The Associated Press on Saturday, the 18-year-old’s mother, Lesley McSpadden, demanded police chief Tom Jackson’s ouster, while his father, Michael Brown Sr., called for the arrest of white police officer Darren Wilson, who shot their son on August 9. “An apology would be when Darren Wilson has handcuffs, processed and charged with murder,” Brown Sr. said. The fatal shooting of Brown sparked weeks of violence in Ferguson, a predominantly African-American town of 21,000. The violent protests resumed on Tuesday after a fire destroyed a memorial dedicated to the teenager. On Thursday, Jackson apologized to the family of Brown, following weeks of heavy criticism and calls for his resignation. “I want to say this to the Brown family. No one who has not experienced the loss of a child can understand what you are feeling,” Jackson said in a video statement. “I am truly sorry for the loss of your son.” McSpadden, Brown’s mother, said, “I don’t want words, I want action.” She added that Jackson should be fired.”—PressTV - Brown’s parents reject Ferguson police chief’s apology (via aboriginalnewswire)
if one more person asks me if I want to be a veterinary technician I might kill them. I like dogs. But I don’t like restraining animals, injecting them, taking their blood, cutting their nails, making them sad, euthanizng them, etc. AND I DON’T LIKE CATS. GEEZE.
If I have ever been in an environment where so many people are disrespectful of personal space and private time than when I am at my parents house. The only time I can actually relax is when they are all away from the house. Otherwise anything I do, there is someone asking what I’m doing. Anytime I try to be alone, everyone needs to be sure that I am OK. And god forbid I listen to “sad” music. Because then my mother accuses me if “sitting desolately in my room”.
I want to look at my ex (who of course hasn’t quite moved out yet) and yell in his face “YOU TOLD SOMEONE ELSE THEY WERE THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE. THE LEAST YOU CAN DO IS REPLACE MY FUCKING CROISSANTS WHEN YOU EAT THE LAST DAMN ONE”
But you know, my WASPy upbringing keeps that shit on lock down for real.