thinking about how last night I met someone who recognised me from an art cinema event 6 months ago, told me he was addicted to methamphetamines for several years, got my phone number and tried to text me but it wasn't going through, and then proceeded to give me his card which lists his career as "Art Technician." I think we may be living in different timelines that crossed over for one evening.
also obviously on a more serious note: WWW are in the prime position to question/reject normative beauty standards and be minimally "punished" for doing so. by punished I mean not receiving as many benefits. everyone should, of course, feel free to reject normative beauty standards but it is, of course, understandable that someone in a precarious financial position might not do so.
like really you have all that privilege and you're gonna throw it away so seb will redacted you? ok, pass.
there's a trend particularly among millennial women to talk about how much they dread going out and how relieved they are when someone cancels on them and to these women I say: GET BETTER FRIENDS
the diy punk vegan cafe. posters on the wall, menu on a chalkboard or old laminated menus, lotta people with gauges, no matching furniture, melted fake cheese on everything.
the hot pink vegan eatery. neon signs, kale, #girlboss, uncomfortable chairs, "the camera eats first"
I have some time before my next meeting. let's discuss the variety of bad vegan eatery vibes
I'm the best bread baker on this mastodon instance