Slay!

congrats?

Pretty sure I'm sick

anon bcs im scared to be open ab my jellyfish hate but i stan ur hatred bcs holy shit jellyfishes r so weird n textured n eugh throwing up rn

I support you

beautiful post. Beautiful. Unrelated, the author of the book people love dead Jews goes to my shul and she liked my Purim costume

I saw a production of Fiddler on the Roof in my city tonight that tried to make the story about the contemporary Russia-Ukraine war by having the characters be played by actors who are escaping into the world of Fiddler to get away from the war. It was really infuriating and maybe it’s because I spent my week rereading People Love Dead Jews for my xf meta but I can’t help but be pissed at the decontextualization and dejudaizing of such a famous piece of musical theater. It feels like the non Jewish director didn’t care about telling a story about Jews. She had to make it secretly about people she sees as worthwhile to tell the story. All we are to them is these fictional creatures to puppet around and learn something from, not flesh and blood human beings

EDIT: To clarify based on an ask I got, I know it’s already Americanized and historically inaccurate. This was adding insult to injury.

Hey did you knwo that in the preview for your blog one of the three posts it shows is the Shrimpstika? Added in with your title "jewish jellyfish hater" you seem sort of

*inhales*

ANTI-SEA-MEAT-IC

I can’t even I love you so much

(it was a lie bc ur actually a rlly great dog)

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Just fucking lie about the previous poster

Ok so imma be completely honest, I never read or watched anything to do with superheroes but this post was a masterpiece

From facebook; mic drop.

Imagine having been born in 1905... And all your life it doesn't fucking stop. The Great War, the Spanish Flu, and then you go out of your mind for 7 years. Everyone is traumatised and nothing matters. Then another crash. And then the rise of fascism, and the War to end all Wars didn't and it's 1945 and you're just about still there. You may have fought or ferried the boys from Dunkirk or sabotaged the Nazi occupiers or worked in the factories and put out fires during the Blitz and you're lucky to be alive, because not all your friends made it. But you are and finally, fucking finally, it stops. It stops. You are tough as nails and you can put that strength to work into building something and you do, and people have cars and can buy icecream and you have a pension fund and the kids have money of their own and no nightmares.

I want that for us. I so want that for us. I want to be the generation that has seen fucking everything and is like a MRSA bug and unfazed and when that Cheeto finally dies, I want us to. Plant the gardens and clean the seas because we can and we want to and we remember some joy, some time of trust even when it got broken and we can say to the 20 somethings "let us show you what we can build, how it can feel."

And maybe Gen beta will take it all for granted like the boomers did, but we can give Gen Z and Alpha some peace because we, and Gen Z and Alpha have seen the Dark Times and fuck that noise.

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Proving a point to my boyfriend.

PLEASE REBLOG if you (male or female) believe it is perfectly okay and natural for a guy of any age to cry