Can we please stop pretending it is possible to live on minimum wage?
As somebody who started grocery shopping for all meals in 2000, when I was earning twice the minimum wage, I think 1998’s a bit of an exaggeration. But 2013 is not.
1998 and 2005 are both crazy exaggerations. The idea behind the graphic is 100% correct, but the illustration is ridiculous.
In honor of Captain America: The Winter Soldier, have two new covers!
Don’t forget posting is April 19! 2 more weeks!
SHUT UP LA LA LA I CAN’T HEAR YOU
CALLING ALL INTERNATIONAL NASTY GIRLS….
It’s time to get nasty — all over the world.
sexual pokemon
Mackie: "Last night I was, like, sitting around in a hotel and I was like, yo man, there’s a midnight screening and this is my first Marvel movie. I’mma go say what’s up to the people. So I grab a cab and shoot to 42nd Street, I walk in and I’m like what up, dog?”
Fallon: "Did people freak out?!”
“A Different World” Cast Still Hangs Out Over 25 Years Later
@iamcreesummer tweeted this photo of herself, Kadeem Hardison, Darryl Bell and Jasmine Guy hanging out. If only this meant everyone’s long felt desires if a reunion were happening.
This gives me so many feeeelings
i wasted my last bagel my life is over
Just get some bread and cut out a circle
i have never been so offended in my entire life
knightingale-s
lakeheadlyricist
My boyfriend was on the phone with his dad yesterday so I went out to sit on the patio to pet the geese and play on my phone for a bit, and while out there I came across a comic of baby Grimace (yes, that Grimace) being sad because everyone hated his milkshake and saying he wished he never had a birthday. Then there was a follow up where tons of people had commented saying they loved the shake and wished Grimace a happy birthday, and that made him happy again.
This, for whatever reason, emotionally devastated me. I was sobbing. I was ugly crying so bad that even the geese waddled away side-eyeing me.
After a while my bf yelled from inside, "Okay, you ready for dinner?" and I was forced to accept I had to go back in the house a defeated sniffly little wreck.
My boyfriend, who has only ever seen me cry once in the whole year we've been together, looked horrorstruck. He assumed the worst. Someone got hurt. Something was wrong with my family. Someone was mean to me (a cardinal sin). The panic that washed over his face was unparalleled.
He, upon seeing me, (somewhat theatrically) rushed over and grabbed me by the shoulders. "What's wrong, what happened? Are you okay?" he asked, frantic. "What is it?"
I realized how ridiculous the whole situation was and just shook my head.
He was growing more panicked. "What is it? Why are you crying?"
I then had to stand there and look him, this completely normal human being, in the eyes, and blurt out "Grimace"
Confused silence followed.
"....Grimace?"
I nodded.
"...The McDonalds guy...thing?"
I nodded.
"What...what did...Grimace...do to you?"
I then tearfully recounted the silly internet comic that had absolutely broken my heart. And this poor guy--this poor, wonderfully sweet, nice, patient guy--kindly stood there trying to figure out how to comfort me that Grimace was not, in fact, sad. (Nevermind that he's a corporate mascot who isn't real)
This morning my phone rang just after 5am. It was my boyfriend. It was my turn to panic, to assume the worst.
I didn't even have time to say hello before he started excitedly yelling, "Look at the TikTok I just sent you! Look! Open it!"
Confused and not entirely convinced I wasn't still asleep, I opened the TikTok.
An official release from McDonalds confirming Grimace (who still isn't real) did, in fact, feel special on his birthday.
also while we were in the car headed to dinner I remembered the little panel of Grimace crying and I got all teary eyed again, and my boyfriend looked over and, with all the genuine care, compassion, and sympathy this guy could muster, legitimately asked, “Are you having Grimace thoughts again?” which I don’t think I’ll ever let myself live down
