hollis (they/them) currently studying classics and archaeology.
openly gay law school cousin is gushing about how much he loves Ruth Bader Ginsberg. my homophobic conservative mom is angrily sipping wine in the corner while everyone else agrees with him. it’s a fuckig christmas miracle.
this christmas eve is okay because one of my second cousins came out as gay last year so now he’s really flamboyant and we’re ripping into shrek 3 together while my homophobic mom grits her teeth
i dont agree with my dad on a lot of stuff but as far as gifts go we’re on the same mental wavelength: we both go “oh, just get me a giftcard or cash”
if i need something during the year i’ll just….buy it. my mom’s on our case about “well are there any books you want to read???” and we’re like….yea, it’s on my kindle now. if i need shirt and i see one i like i’ll buy it. if i see a shirt i like but i already have a similar shirt i won’t buy it because i dont need to have a bunch of clothes cluttering up my closet. my dad and i just hand each other cards with $50 cash in it and it’s the best gift ever. my mom and sisters lose their fucking minds over it.
christmas is always so stressful bc picking out gifts is hard. if u dont tell me exactly what item u want im just gonna get u a visa giftcard.
my mom always gets on my case about how giftcards arent fun to unwrap but im like??? why not?? it removes the guessing if the gift recipient is gonna like it or not. i get u a fun little card too!
im going to be 100% honest and let you all know i only found out like 4 months ago that chemical castration is not when they use acid to burn your balls off.
favorite part about the google hearing with congress was when steve king got angry that an ad about how racist he was showed up on his granddaughter’s iphone and sundar pichai had to remind him that google does not make iphones
LIVING for this guy on reddit trying to relate to people going “god i hate when people don’t tell you exactly what they want” with his own personal anecdote and getting fucking torn apart
there’s always that one guy who loves to smugly declare “My favorite Christmas movie is Die Hard! Did you know it’s a Christmas movie?” acting like he’s Prometheus coming down from Olympus to give us lowly mortals the gift of fire.
