You know why I am always dissastisfied with music these days. It’s because. My Chemical Motherfucking Romance made “Mama” which started as a DARE because someone told Ray Goddamn Toro “Bet u can’t write a fuckin’ polka” and, then he DID, BITCH - and 12 year old me heard that shit, and had such a spiritual and religious experience to it… like… the GUITARS, Gerard’s VOICE, the ANGST, the self LOATHING, that song has it ALL bitch. And then you think it’s OVER, but NO!! Then Gerard comes in, like, “But there’s shit that I’ve done with this FUCK of a gun -” Like, hOLY shI T BRUH, and then they ALL start SINGING and it’s like a goddamn motherfucking … war MARCH or SOMETHING outta a fucking HORROR movie, and then it just ENDS with Gerard SCREAMING, and the GUITARS, and I ?!?!?!!!! HOW COME ANYONE TOP THAT??!!! THERE IS SO MUCH MELODRAMA IN THAT SINGLE SONG. THERE IS SO MUCH FUCKING THEATRICALITY… THAT IS THE JOY OF MUSICAL THEATER BUT ALSO IT WAS PRODUCED BY STEVEN KING ON ACID… LIKE, THAT’S WHAT “MAMA” IS… AND WE’RE ALL SUPPOSED TO JUST GO ON AND LISTEN TO OTHER MUSIC AND JUST EXPECT IT TO TOP THAT?? NO!! NOTHING WILL EVER TOP MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE’S “MAMA”… BECAUSE U WANNA KNOW WHY??? BECAUSE GERARD MOTHERFUCKING WAY HAS US ALL CAUGHT BY THE BALLS OF OUR EMO MIDDLE SCHOOL SELVES, THE ONES WHO LIVED FOR NOTHING ELSE BUT THE ABSOLUTE DRAMA OF IT ALL, AND HE IS NOT LETTING GO ANYTIME SOON. WE ARE HIS BITCHES NOW, AND ALL OF MUSIC FOR THE REST OF TIME WILL ONLY BE OUR SIDE HOES. THAT’S JUST HOW IT IS. FUCK.
remember, ladies, before you say or do anything, to ask yourself: is this something that would get me diagnosed with female hysteria and locked in the attic by my relatives in the 19th and early 20th century? and if the answer is yes, proceed
The Banda District of Uttar Pradesh in Northern India is marked by a deeply patriarchal culture, rife with domestic violence, child marriages and dowry demands. According to government statistics, a woman is abducted every 10 minutes and one is raped every 20 minutes in India. As a result of this evident misogyny, Sampat Pal Devi developed the “Gulabi Gang.” They work together for justice for oppressed and abused women. They wear pink and carry a bamboo stick to use as a weapon if necessary. “I don’t advocate violence, but there are times when that is the only way to fight. These are people for whom words and arguments are not enough,” Devi said.
This is supposed to just be a normal photo of Gritty with a youth hockey team, but because it’s GRITTY, it’s still the funniest thing I’ve seen all day.
This is like a file photo from a missing children’s case
“it’s him! It’s that stranger we saw outside Wawa. He’s in every one of these photos, always lurking in the background. Every single one.”
