I am not pregnant. I never ever will be. I reeeeeeeally don’t want kids. How did this rumor start? What is going on? Why am I having flashbacks to middle school?
Printed up some Cthulhu fabric I designed for a gallery show later this week. You can buy it at spoonflower.com/profiles/rosalarian
“The Great Debate” by The Escapist’s Cory Rydell and Greg Carter
Of all the criticism thrown at Anita Sarkeesian, the bitching about her decision to disable YouTube comments in the face of an an organized campaign of harassment is the most misguided. It’s a dumb position for a couple of reasons. First, it implies that anyone who makes a video is honor-bound to lend their credibility and popularity to the opposing argument, they are not. Second, it implies YouTube comments contain anything that could remotely be called criticism, they do not. “I hope you get raped,” is not criticism. “Feminazi whore,” is not criticism. “Make me a sandwich,” is not criticism, nor is it funny.
You have never seen a horse. That’s okay, though. Horses aren’t that great. You’re not missing out on horses and looking at their mouths and anyway you’re not supposed to do that if the horse is a gift.
Oh, but you probably meant human smiles. Yes, human smiles.
Okay, I’ve been waiting for this nice photo to get sent to me so I could share it with you. Gracerofl and Lunainvidia surprised me in Colorado Springs when I was there with Super Happy Funtime Burlesque. They said they had a surprise for me. They opened a bag and brought out the most glorious thing I’ve ever seen:
A crown of vaginas.
Lovingly handcrafted by Grace’s girlfriend, covered in glitter, with my name on it, and earrings to match. What.
This is a thing that exists in the world and it is mine. I felt like Miss America when I put it on. Velveeta the Cheetah said she forgot what I looked like without the crown because it was so perfect upon my head it was like I’d been born with it.
I feel whole, complete. I have reached the top tier of Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs. Right up there at the tippy top of self-actualization, most people glance right over it, but it’s there. Crown of vaginas. I win, you guys. #1 life, Megan Rose Gedris.
(There are a bunch more photos of the show here. NSFW.)
if you give me a task with no deadline i will literally never do it but if you give me a deadline i will get it done exactly 1 hour before the deadline even if the deadline is in six years
Unfortunately, no. I’ve been out of town so much on my burlesque tour, I need to spend a weekend at home before I go on the road again. And by “weekend at home,” I mean leave town to attend my girlfriend’s graduation from college. But Canada is just too far right now. Which is sad because it’s probably my favorite convention. Maybe next year!
For some reason, I swatted myself in the head repeatedly and involuntarily. I became a whirlwind of limbs thrashing at my own face.
Senpai noticed meeeeeee!
I had enough messages last night to the extent of “I’m a medical professional, and even by the brief description of your symptoms I can say this is more than green tea and honey is going to fix,” that I gave in and called my doctor. I explained that I didn’t have health insurance and asked how much would it be to get checked out. They said around $100. I am in such extreme discomfort that I decided I would pay that.
I went to the appointment. The doctor remembered me from before. I got checked out, and then we chatted about comic books and Neil Gaiman and I told him Sandman was coming back and he got really excited. Said that made his day.
And then he said “The health care system is broken. I wish this was Canada. But since it’s not, I’m going to charge you ten dollars.” And then he gave me a month’s worth of medicine for free.
I thought I was going to cry. My lunch cost more than this doctor’s visit.
Name dropping Neil Gaiman unlocks all sorts of magic doors, I guess!
What tricks do you use when you have a chronic cough that won’t go away? I’m talking week 4 of constant coughing to the point where I vomit from the force. I’m talking week 44 of not having any health insurance. I have not had a breath I didn’t need to think about in a month. I am going crazy from it. Any sort of remedy, I’m willing to try. I just need some relief. And tumblr has a solution for everything, right?
Edit: I mentioned lack of health insurance for a reason, folks. I can’t afford a doctor’s visit without it, so “Just go to the doctor” isn’t an actual solution, okay?
