Is there anything more subtly unsettling than a full grown adult obsessed to the point of mania with D*sneyworld
Is there anything more subtly unsettling than a full grown adult shaming others for completely harmless interests
Okay, that’s on me, I worded this badly.
What I intended to say was: Is there anything more subtly unsettling than a fully grown adult who doesn’t simply enjoy a piece of child’s media or have fond memories of a special interest revolving around it, but truly and deeply believes in the glitter and fairy dust conjured by a billion dollar corporate machine to the point that any criticism of the company itself or the mismanagement of any of its productions is met with the all the violent fervor of a brainwashed cultist
for my gender and sexual diversity class we’ve been set an assignment to deliver a presentation on a notable historical period or event for lgbt people and this is my working title
Throwback to 2016 when I told my sister “they’re making another planet earth” and she just like. raised an eyebrow and said in this absolutely deadpan condescending tone “and where are they getting the dirt for it?” and I had to specify I meant planet earth the nature documentary not the celestial body
among (my cat) freddie mercury’s many Clever Little Things is that if you’re holding him and he wants to put down, then every time, without fail, he will lick you on the hand or arm a couple of times. if after a few seconds you haven’t put him down, then he’ll start to squirm or whatever.
it’s very cute and really handy when none of our other cats have any such compunctions about asking to be put down by whacking you in the face without preamble, sometimes with claws out, but the thing is: I never taught him to do this. I realized that he was doing it after he did it several times of his own accord; a couple of little licks on the hand, and then he’d start squirming out of my hold unless I put him down.
I was thinking about this recently, wondering what made him start doing that, and I had a sudden realization. whenever I’m holding him and I decide to put him down. I always kiss him on the top of his head first. I always have.
behold, The Man Himself, king of kisses, light of my life, smart enough to open the cat food container but either polite or lazy enough that he never steals from it, just opens it and then sits there and yells at you