Let’s face it – English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren’t invented in England or French fries in France. Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren’t sweet, are meat. We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

And why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing, grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn’t the plural of booth beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese? One index, 2 indices? Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?

If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell? How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm goes off by going on. English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race (which, of course, isn’t a race at all). That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible.

Richard Lederer (via odditoreum)

I grew up not knowing who I was,
I grew up not knowing who I wanted to be,
I grew up not knowing who I wanted to believe in.

Now I grow older every day, knowing who I am
Now I grow older every day, knowing who I want to be,
Now I grow older every day, knowing who I want to believe in.

When I die, I will know who I wasn’t, who I was, and who I am.
When I die, I will know who I wanted to be and who I wasn’t, but never who I should have been,
When I did, I will know who I never believed in, who I did believe in and who I could believe in.

When I die, I will have known.

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Rejection

Um. So I’m probably one of the few folks who doesn’t think this is adorable. At all.

I think it’s fucking scary how this little boy keep pushing himself on her after she CLEARLY doesn’t want to be bothered with his ass.

And the adult behind the camera doesn’t intervene at all because it’s ‘cute.’

And how analogous it is to when grown ass men don’t take fucking no for an answer, no matter how much we push and shove and say no.

This is not cute. This is an absolute disregard of this little girl’s boundaries.

In the very bottom left gif you can see he’s smiling/laughing. Like this is some kind of game.

I would bet money that the person filming this is laughing and encouraging him.

This is how we teach boys not to respect women’s spaces.

^^^^^^^

Yes, ALL OF THIS COMMENTARY. It’s so hard to believe how we encourage this disgusting behavior in babies now. What. The. Fuck.

Men and women are socialised from BIRTH. Men develop these habits from BIRTH and they are reinforced year after year after year until they reach adulthood.

Through adulthood!

And people wonder why I hate people, the world and sometimes, even my own existence.

I am at war with myself, I know better, I know I know better, yet if I am not careful, I can lapse into this behavior, then I am no better then the rest of the world. In the end, I end up hating myself and am filled with an unrivaled self loathing that is palatable and disgusting.