I’m in Express and the manager goes “Byron, please stop the buffoonery and go fold the pocket squares so Hans can go manage the dressing rooms. This isn’t a a stable. This is a classy establishment and you will treat it as such”
FUCK YOU if you think that street harassment is a “compliment” or “no big deal” or that it’s “irrational” of us to be afraid because “what’s actually gonna happen.” Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you some more.
if you can explain to your children that an immortal man in a red suit who lives in the north pole travels around the entire world on one night every year on a sleigh carried by magical flying deer i think itll be easy enough to tell them two people are in love