I like to think that if John and Joan met, he’d check her out and expect her to be flattered, and she wouldn’t take any of his shit.
“So, d’you want to, I don’t know, get dinner—”
And Jude’s Watson would be totally judging John’s technique from a corner like
Nice, but they’re still white, conventionally attractive, not visually trans* or disabled, neither of them have visable scarring, stretchmarks, etc, I mean, even on a basic body-positive note, neither of them have hair legs or armpits.
I’ve yet to see ONE graphic along these lines that actually include anything other than the chubby/skinny thing. Let’s see some fat, scarred and stretchmarked black trans women with prosthetic limbs or dwarfism or something, and hairy legs, maybe she’s got a shaped afro or something, natural black hair is looked down on by society.
Then I’ll get as excited as the rest of tumblr by these nicely drawn graphics.
YOU PEOPLE ARE NEVER HAPPY A RE YOU
IS THIS FUCKING BETTER??!?@»@?
she still doesn’t have hairy legs
My entire Nick Lowe collection (includes Basher: the Best of Nick Lowe, The Impossible Bird, The Convincer, At My Age and The Old Magic*)
(*The Old Magic is his newest album)
Whoops, one song escaped the zip: What’s so Funny about Peace, Love and Understanding**, get it here.
(**Yep, that’s his song. Even I’ll admit Costello does it better, but it’s still Lowe’s song, the genius. Also Johnny Cash’s The Beast in Me? Lowe’s.)
This is why I don’t do deals with Jabba the Hutt