Far off yet is his doom, and not by the hand of man will he fall.
- my dad: growing up is hard
- my dad: first you believe in santa
- my dad: then you don't believe in santa
- my dad: then you are santa
- my dad: then you look like santa
It kills me when I have friends that say they want to start working out. Because I invite them to the gym with me so I can help them out a little. Somehow, they always have an excuse to not go. And the friends that do go, end up never going back because they didn’t realize how much work it would be.
High school, it seems, has changed. It has become competitive. Young men and women — 13 to 18 years old — must work more or less tirelessly to ensure their spot at a college deemed worthy to them and their families. So rather than living their adolescent lives — lives brimming with desires and vitality, with vim, vigor, and brewing lust — these kids are working at old age homes, cramming for tests, popping Adderall just to make the literal and proverbial grade. And for what? So they can go to a school that puts them in debt for the rest of their lives. School has become a great vehicle of capitalism: it quashes the revolution implicit in adolescence while simultaneously fomenting perpetual indebtedness.
Ugh, I hate women who lift weights! They get all muscley and look like men!
Guys without a single definable muscle on their body. (via rubyreed)