A Proud Moment.I don’t have a degree in eating blocks of cream cheese, which sucks because I’m sure it would add a lot of value to my CV. (Instead, I have “lying, poorly”. Does that count?).I did eat a block of cream cheese once, though. I remember it fondly, because it was one of the proudest moments of my life. This probably says a lot about me, though god only knows what.I used to be part of a youth group, which is to say, yes, I was part of a church once. I was the “youth leader”, which is the church’s way of saying, “you are the only person in the youth group who doesn’t roll your eyes at us, when we talk to you.” What they did not know is that - aside from not actually being terribly religious - I had made the youth minister my sworn enemy.He was a weird guy. Very young; not too bright, frankly. Had a goatee, because the law requires all youth ministers to have goatees. It’s true. Look it up. He told us that Mormons owned Pepsi-Cola, and that The Gay Agenda created yaoi to recruit young men, the latter of which “fact” was really, really funny. A lot of the things he did were not so funny. Once, we went to a nursing home, where he decided to jump up and down in the elevator. He knew, of course, that I had an elevator phobia. I asked him to stop. He began sing-screaming, LONDON BRIDGE IS FALLING DOWN, FALLING DOWN, FALLING DOWN as he jumped. A chaperone asked him to stop, couldn’t he see I was afraid? I backed into the corner and crouched there, clinging to the railing. That was the day he became more than just a moron. That was the day I decided I would make his youth-group life a hell.Most of the time, all I had to do was ask real questions about the Bible, and then ask him questions about his answers, and so on and so forth until he ran out of excuses, or said something deeply embarrassing. One day, he was trying to explain why it was still totally okay for parents to stone their kids to death for disobeying. He was flustered; inarticulate. I pulled a room-temperature block of Philadelphia cream cheese. He watched me unwrap it as he rambled on. I took a bite. I locked eyes. I did not look away. I ate in silence. There was confusion written all over his features. His sentences tumbled apart into further incoherence, and faded away. He was afraid.I cherish that moment.
Why am I laughing so hard??
I had to read this out loud
I can’t breathe
KILLING PEOPLE WHILE YOU’RE LISTENING TO KYARY PAMYU PAMYU
*british person voice* “americans drive on the wrong side of the road”
really? because the majority of the world seems to disagree
finally america didnt fuck something up and call it good.
This type of semantic squabbling is a very effective way of getting women to shut up. After all, most of us grew up learning that being a good girl was all about putting other people’s feelings ahead of our own. We aren’t supposed to say what we think if there’s a chance it might upset somebody else or, worse, make them angry. So we stifle our speech with apologies, caveats and soothing sounds. We reassure our friends and loved ones that “you’re not one of those men who hate women”.
What we don’t say is: of course not all men hate women. But culture hates women, so men who grow up in a sexist culture have a tendency to do and say sexist things, often without meaning to. We aren’t judging you for who you are but that doesn’t mean we’re not asking you to change your behaviour. What you feel about women in your heart is of less immediate importance than how you treat them on a daily basis.
You can be the gentlest, sweetest man in the world yet still benefit from sexism. That’s how oppression works.
The bolded portions. Yes. All of this rings true. I cannot speak to a male without having this thrown in my face.
There’s a winged liner “terminology” reference list going around and I decided to give them correct names.
A friendly reminder that Evas are fucking terrifying.
Too many people only seem to appreciate the Evas as “mecha” when they are in fact 100% monster.
Evangelion is a series about titanic Frankensteinian abominations forced to defend the earth from cosmic horrors.
There isn’t even one “robot” in it not even nowhere
are we all looking at the same milf
i know it’s the easiest way to codify it, but nothing gets me ranty faster than people calling nge a “mecha anime”. one of my favourite subversive elements in evangelion is the way it really does set it up as a mecha anime, and even though there are hints from the very start the truth isn’t revealed till later. most ppl now days know already, but watching it the first time it was amazing and awful and nge wears a fool’s crown as queen of all mech anime, because there are no mech, and it is nothing like a mech anime.
This is the point where I always like to point out Evangelion isn’t actually a big robot anime. It’s a kaiju anime. It’s worth noting that the original Neon Genesis Evangelion’s chief storyboard artist — and one of the founding members of Gainax — was Higuchi Shinji. In addition to serving the unenviable task of being the namesake of one of the most luckless protagonists in anime (evidentally the crew liked to go ‘poor Shinji!’ a LOT), he’s an extremely well regarded special effects director in tokusatsu and kaiju films. He did a bunch of Gamera movies! And more recently he served as the director of the live-action Ghibli short ‘The Giant God Warrior Descends On Tokyo.’
As someone who grew up watching badly dubbed Godzilla movies rented from Blockbuster, you can see a lot of the kaiju movie formula in Evangelion — especially with how amazingly innovative the angel battles tended to be in the first half of the series. The kaiju genre is pretty much defined by
1) giant monster appears
2) giant monster starts wrecking stuff
3) humanity has to figure out how to stop giant monster from wrecking stuff (sometimes substituted by: other monster shows up to fight first monster. everything gets wrecked)
The key, of course, to keeping this genre fresh is finding a new way to accomplish the ‘get the monster to stop wrecking things’ EVERY TIME. The NGE TV series absolutely adheres to this formula. Every single time an Angel turns up, it’s another big monster with new and strange abilities, and NERV has to scramble to find a new way to take it down — all the while utilizing its own kaiju, its own giant monsters, that exist just BARELY under the control of a handful of 14 year old kids.
And the same trick never, ever works twice.
NGE is my favorite kaiju anime.
man they do come in really neat colors
and the still images!