people are always like “respect your elders” and i’m just like….. no….. i’ll respect everyone until they give me a reason not to. i’ll respect people who respect me. i have no obligation to respect someone just because they’re older than me. and from my experiences, old people are rude as fuck and have some bizarre superiority complex
okay so i don’t think that castiel is relevant in this at all. i don’t think that cas represents anything that parallels with cain’s story line. i also don’t think that the sam/abel, dean/cain thing is as cut and dried either.
the sam/abel parallels are clear. to cain, it seems inevitable that dean will eventually kill sam, because that’s his fate, because it was cain’s. however, it’s quite arguable that sam is also dean’s colette. sam is his anchor and his saving grace. how many times have we seen sam save dean so far? just this season? the answer is a lot. sam’s relationship with dean is mirrored in both cain/abel and cain/colette.
but there is one flaw with both these parallels. sam is not just dean’s abel or dean’s colette, he’s dean’s sam. and that’s the difference between dean and cain. cain had an abel and he had a colette, but cain never had a sam.
It’s actually a good thing that the zombie apocalypse starts in Florida because then the zombies only have one way to go and that’s straight up into trigger happy redneck territory. I give it two weeks before monster trucks and mullets save us.
can we talk about how this is still getting notes
The funny thing is that i can not actually come up with a counter argument for this.
end the movie poster pose enabling the audience a view of both the female characters chest and derriere while any male characters get to face the camera and be all action-y.
if a u can see a someone’s bra through their shirt do you care. like do u really care. it’s probably a hecka cute bra right and i bet they spent like 20 dollars on that bra. maybe even 30 dollars idk. don’t shun the bra appreciate the bra
It’s underwear. It’s not supposed to be seen
What if all women were bigger and stronger than you and thought they were smarter
What if women were the ones who started wars
What if too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos and no K-Y Jelly
What if the state trooper who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike was a woman and carried a gun
What if the ability to menstruate was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobs
What if your attractiveness to women depended on the size of your penis
What if every time women saw you they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands
What if women were always making jokes about how ugly penises are and how bad sperm tastes
What if you had to explain what’s wrong with your car to big sweaty women with greasy hands who stared at your crotch in a garage where you are surrounded by posters of naked men with hard-ons
What if men’s magazines featured cover photos of 14-year-old boys with socks tucked into the front of their jeans and articles like: “How to tell if your wife is unfaithful” or “What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate” or “The truth about impotence”
What if the doctor who examined your prostate was a woman and called you “Honey”
What if you had to inhale your boss’s stale cigar breath as she insisted that sleeping with her was part of the job
What if you couldn’t get away because the company dress code required you wear shoes designed to keep you from running
And what if after all that women still wanted you to love them.
For the Men Who Still Don’t Get It, written 20 years ago by Carol Diehl.
She wrote a post about the history of this poem that is worth reading.
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