This is my son, Chester, who is nearly 4. He was invited to his friend Chloe’s birthday party today, the theme was prince and princesses. He asked if he could go as Sleeping Beauty, so I bought him a dress and put a cute little clip in his hair.
We arrived at the party to the following comments from the adults present:
“Oh that is just cruel.”
"Why did you make him wear a dress?"
"Poor little man, what’s your mummy playing at?"
"He’s going to hate you when he grows up."
"No way I’d let my son dress like a girl."
The fact is, Chester is almost completely gender neutral. I let him wear what he wants, be it boys or girls clothes, and he plays with whatever toys he likes. This usually involves him holding tea parties while wearing his pink Minnie Mouse top, jeans and a tiara. The guests are more often than not a mixture of Winnie The Pooh characters, dinosaurs, Barbie, Dora and solders, and they’re usually transported in his favorite fire engine.
When my husband arrived at the party later on, he was subjected to endless ridicule from the other dad’s present about how I must keep his balls in my back pocket because otherwise he would have put his foot down and not allowed Chester out like that. Oh, and by the way, our other son dressed as Ariel. When my husband pointed out that the boys were happy, and the mother of the birthday child made a point of saying how wonderful she thought it was that we allowed them freedom of choice and expression, they then stopped talking about it to our faces and started muttering about us behind our backs.
Interestingly enough, not a single child said a word about their choice of costumes, other than to compliment Chester on his new dress.
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Meet Your First Black Girlfriend [x]
"I know you can’t recognize when my hair looks a mess but I don’t want side eye from the black people on the train"
would you plz do me the great honour of being my wife, Queen Lady Duchess Dee? I vow to always praise the booty, worship the booty daily, and cook and bake all your Loveliness’s desires, from this day, until my last day.
BUT BB WHAT IS UR ANSWER LMAO
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You’re probably wondering, “What am I looking at?” Let me tell you.
With 8.3 seconds left in the game, and the Lakers holding a 2-point lead, Jodie Meeks readied himself to take the second of two free throws. Then this happened.
The Brooklyn Nets had no timeouts left. So Kidd had his point guard bump him, so he could spill a drink, so the refs would take an official timeout, so the ball boys would clean the court.
I happened to be at the game tonight, and just so happened to see the moment as it happened. I was on the other side of the court, but immediately yelled:
Me: “He did that on purpose.”
Guy in Front of Me: “Who did what?”
Me: “Jason Kidd had that guy bump him.”
Guy in Front of Me: “How do you know?”
Me: “When was the last time you saw an NBA coach drinking a Diet Coke with ice on the court?”
Little did I know, cameras caught Kidd red-handed. I mean, it was cartoonish live. Ice cubes slid out five feet onto the court. Watch the full TV broadcast here.
I immediately assumed Kidd did it to ice Meeks between free throws, and tweeted as much. Turns out one of Kidd’s assistants drew up a last second shot for Brooklyn, which fell short (perhaps because Steve Blake was listening in).
I see absolutely nothing wrong with this. I actually think it’s pretty cagey. Jason Kidd’s done this type of thing before, as a player, running into Mike Woodson to draw a technical foul [WATCH].
This all affirms my long held belief that the NBA is the funniest professional sports league, by far and away.
This is my Friends Manager… Just take a listen
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So my name is Joey White and I’m a very pasty pale British white guy at uni overseas. So I was introducing myself and this guy from Nigeria goes “Hi, I’m Joseph” so I said, “I’m a Joseph too! Joseph White.” Then he looked me in the eye and said in a dead serious tone “I’m Joseph Brown” and we nearly died.
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it felt like i knew you…, 2012 - ongoingI ride the NYC subway trains, usually in the evening when the seats are full. I focus on the shape of the space between the person sitting next to me and myself. I attempt to mentally and emotionally re-sculpt that space. In my mind, I reshape it- from the stiff and guarded space between strangers to the soft and yielding space between friends. I direct all my energy to this space between us. When the space palpably changes, and I completely feel like the stranger sitting next to me is my friend, I rest my head on that person’s shoulder…
"justin beiber has more followers than you ever will"
yea but i bet he still wears axe body spray
I JUST FOUND COMEDIC GOLD ON A PORN WEBSITE OMFG
I WAS LOOKING UP PORN TO SHOW MY ROOMMATE JAMES DEEN AND I FOUND A GUY WHO CALLS HIMSELF LIMERICK LARRY AND HE WRITES POEMS ABOUT THE PORN VIDEOS
I CAN’T BREATHE
grant me the strength to fuck up these whites saying “nigga”
the courage to accept that life sentence
and the wisdom to join the right gang in prison
It’s my sister Howtobeafuckinglady's birthday. All she wanted for her birthday was to get fucked by her favorite stripper. Since I'm a fucking bitch, I got him for her. As you can tell by her face, she's pleased. That's why whenever she makes a list of her favorite tumblr blogs, I'm always number one. BITCH TURN UPPPP
So hot, even though he’s “only straight”…
this is about my birthday bitch not about some stripper not wanting to fuck ur faggy ass