time of year where I'm trying to plan beach/pool shit w friends and am struck by how many people *can't* swim. maybe I'm privileged but I don't even get how this happens. swimming barely registers as a skill to me. it's like walking. if you're an able-bodied adult you just do it.
my grandma loves to tell the story about my uncle's imaginary friend Mr. Peeler who was just a bald guy who lived on a houseboat. when my uncle was ~8 she asked him about Mr. Peeler and he matter-of-factly said "oh, he died. there was a fire on the houseboat."
they recast the Great Dane (proud, traditional, Nordic) with a Vizsla (woke, revisionist, Slavic) in order to destroy Western culture and demoralize you.
speaking as someone who, in general, supports pluricentrism and diversity in English usage: the UK convention of treating organizations as plural nouns ("NBC weren't") is butt fucking ugly and needs to be Americanized.
A Chinese peddler asked for a light from an American soldier, in liberated Tengchong city from Japanese occupation, Yunnan province, Oct.14, 1944, By US Army Signal Corps, collection of NARA.
You know that culture is dead because no one successfully reckons with phones in film and literature. It’s like having westerns without the railroad. Phones and phone culture should be what 90% of movies and books are about.
there's ~3 years between New Hope and Empire. we're expected to believe in that time the Rebels managed to domesticate a whole new previously undiscovered species to the point they could train them to carry riders.
quite bad enough that the French named everything in my part of the country in their hideous oinking language. luckily the Indians whooped their asses and they left.