A popcorn kernel sleeve stabbing just the right gum tissue can send a good woman to the brink of insanity. #FLOSS
We’re not as willing to give up NYC as our first American casualty as every major motion picture would have you believe. Can we maybe fight the next aliens somewhere like Omaha? (Forgive me, Omaha. But it’s Manhattan. And I’m tired of seeing her get ravaged.)
And also, why does everything have to become a movement? Like, natural hair used to mean one didn’t use relaxers. Now it’s taking on that whole fifth-level-vegan feel where people give you side-eye if you use things they don’t “believe” in using. O_O It feels like that episode of the Simpsons where the moms take their kids to the emergency room because Marge used a non-stick pan on the muffins and served the juice in the bad-kind-of-plastic sippies. Le sigh. Now, don’t get me wrong. Some of these natural hair bloggers are genius and I want them to just do my hair everyday, but sometimes it’s just EXTRA. Exhausting, even. Brother!
Now that this post is three days old…I should probably just release it into the wild…