Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve uncovered the shocking truth, and I have to tell you about it right now! Tumblr, that bastion of degeneracy, they used to be all about yaoi – everywhere you looked, yaoi this, yaoi that, everything was dudes kissing. But now, it’s all yuri! Everything is yuri! Yuri as far as the eye can see! And do you know why this is happening? It’s because of the plastics in the water! That’s right, folks, the globalists have been poisoning our water supply with plastics, and it’s turning our precious internet culture upside down!
Someone was moaning about it the other day but you know it’s true, I have noticed an increase in depictions of drunk driving as antiauthoritarianism lately
“i think some people are basically coming around to this, like, greater comfort in owning up to being a pervert about something. shout out domino club “being sickos about X” sort of thing, where sickos is the meme of a pervert looking in on something that excites him. the author is sickos about a subject, and indulges himself; the audience are sickos about his indulgence, self recognition via the other - yeah haha sweat really IS that hot, thanks for putting it into disgustingly indulgent words so i can see what you see. i think when writers are afraid to be perverts that they make bad work. they make the work that can’t stand by itself, collapsing on interrorgation or challenge; or too many contrasting and unconfident voices have averaged out to a sort of perversion of the commons, indulging only the safest and most unoffensive fetishes to render on the screen. because when art displays the common fetishes of heterosexual matrimony, fast cars and big guns and big-but-not-gargantuan breasts, labouring under capitalism, even such apparently inoffensive things as such as sexless wholesome romanticism, perfect bodies that refuse to fuck, a prioritising of soft uwu safety over any kind of flavour - these absolutely are fetishes. every day you are smothered in the common perversions of so much of society, endless generic creators indulging their endless generic fetishes while denying that they are in any sort of way perverts.”
— —“Good Writers are Perverts,”
typed up in a fugue by Average Urotsukidōji Enjoyer for Domino Club on itch.io
“I’m getting to the point with fashion where I want to wear things that make no sense,” said Sophia Attie, 24, a paralegal in Brooklyn who owns a pair of light-up Crocs released in collaboration with 7-Eleven.
Ms. Attie said that she would not pay the boots’ $350 retail price, but that she liked the idea. “I want someone to look at my feet and go, ‘That’s dumb,’” she said.
Man younger than me trying to establish himself as an authority for people even younger by recounting Sopranos episodes I realize yeah, would have been before their times
Never had any firsthand exposure to Andrew Tate but from what I hear regarding his popularity among today’s teen boys I’m reminded of how Andrew Dice Clay’s vulgar, misogynistic, misanthropic 1980s comedy was part of shaking off the ‘70s on the way to the '90s
I’ve seen stuff around her recieved as some try-hard “pick me” (I never really parsed that phrase) thing for… cusper millennial men? And like no, the thing is the cycles line up for that
It’s like how when I went to high school in the ‘90s you saw my early '80s-born peers wearing Pink Floyd and Iron Maiden and Led Zeppelin shirts
Admittedly, part of that is that their automotive-repair parents and older brothers listened to the classic rock station, but like no, the stuff that meant a lot to you at 20 is just what the next wave of 20-year-old girls are into.
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