My excitement for this is palpable even through a picture of only my thumb.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is what you get when you stand up to a man who beats his young girlfriend in public. Not the black eye, not the broken nose, but the sense of being a fucking great human being.
Earlier today while I was waiting for the bus I witnessed a man walk up to his girlfriend, who couldn’t have been older than 18, kick her handbag, spit on her and scream in her face that she was a cunt. He walked back into the bus shelter after telling her she was worthless and pathetic and kicking her in the gut then as she tried to follow he turned around to grab her. I got in between them and told him that he should never EVER spit on a woman, hit her or talk to her in that way. He laughed in my face and said he would “fuck me up”. I looked him square in the eye and told him that I was not afraid of him. He proceeded to scream obscenities at her as I took her away from him, then he shouted to me that he could walk round the corner to get people to kill me. Feeling defiant, I said “go on, I dare you, there’re plenty of people around to witness it.” The prick then walked right up to me and head butted me in the nose. I am now sporting a swollen face and the beginnings of a black eye but the police took swabs from my nose to get his DNA and they know exactly who he is. Cunt’s going down for assault. Motherfuckers don’t treat women like that and get away with it. I feel heroic.
Bad fucking ass. You should feel heroic; that’s how you’re supposed to feel after doing heroic things.
Helen Ford donned a barrel for “Dearest Enemy,” a musical romance of the American Revolution, at the Knickerbocker Theater on Broadway. An article dated Dec. 27, 1925, speculated that a “subventioned observer” from the year 2025 would, after a period of careful consideration, write something like this: “The young women of 1925, it has been clearly proved, went around attired exclusively in barrels…. The dress, of course, probably had its disadvantages, if we are to believe the ancient legends about the rigors of what was then known as Winter.” Photo: The New York Times
Who woulda thought ANOTHER Korsch child would get to nap with the Spider-Man blanket. (Taken with Instagram)
My AWESOME present from Madison (@mady_kat)! A hardcover first printing of Coraline! (Taken with Instagram)
Oh man. This was so fun. @amydaniellegary kicked my ass, but alas. Still fun. (Taken with Instagram)
11 years. Never forget. Thanks for all you have done and continue to do, Dad.