Mothers with husbands who don’t fairly involve themselves in the childcare deserve to go out and have a social life. You’ll live through having to hear a baby in public.
Also babies are like, people too. They have the same right to be out in public that you do.
Let’s also not forget that babies are people who are growing. Their minds need the social interaction and stimuli. If you were forced to sit silently in a room where you could only interact with one person in a very specific way all day, you’d probably lose your shit. Babies are entitled to feeling, just like you. Remember: they’re small defenseless creatures who do not have a concept of what it means to inconvenience some jackass at a restaurant. Just grow up and stop pretending like your hatred of children is justified!
All women are forced to live under an arbitrary and unfair system which sorts us into the categories of “Fuckable” and “Worthless.”
The solution to this is NOT to expand the definition of “Fuckable.”
Please drink water and eat plenty fruits so you can also taste as good as your partner.
Please Exfoliate both your face AND body.
Please Wash, Deep Condition, AND Detangle!
Please try not use hair care products that say “Men” because they use the same fragrance as AXE which is harmful to both your skin and scalp. And ITSTINKS.
ITS OKAY TO SMELL LIKE FRUITS. SHEA BUTTER OR FLOWERS. SMELL HAS NO DAMN GENDER.
There are ‘masculine’🙄 natural scents also; Eucalyptus, Sandalwood, Sage, Peppermint, etc.
MOISTURIZE EVERY PART OF YOUR BODY. ESPECIALLY YOUR LIPS.
Point is….take care of yourself…damn.
Toxic/hyper masculinity is so bad men can’t even take care of themselves without it being considered “gay” or frowned upon in some form of fashion smh
Exactly! It should be something we should all encourage and not frown up when we see a man doing a facial or getting a pedicure. It’s perfectly normal to want your outside to reflect the inside.
Airports are fucking weird. Like I’m dressed like it’s ‘95 drinking wine and there’s a dude in a three pieced suit next to me, someone in pajamas, someone who looks like they’re going to the gym after this, and like a million button up shirts.
Update. I’m hammered.
Second update: I’m sober now but very fucking tired and in a different airport.
Additionally: I have no idea where the fuck I am
Important information: I’m fairly sure Douglas Adams was just fucking paged??? What the hell???
Have you checked if you’re alive?
Buddy I haven’t cared about blood pumping through my veins since 1920. You just gotta move on and do your own thing.
So you’re saying there’s a chance you’re tumblring your ‘airport’ adventures from the afterlife?
im saying it doesnt matter because i have access to the internet