Unless You Have To Wake Up Early On A Saturday Morning For A Parent's Workshop...

Unless you have to wake up early on a Saturday morning for a parent's workshop...

when it’s finally the weekend

Watson: My good friend Holmes has always been a solitary-

Holmes squealing from the other room: WATSON A BEE JUST LANDED ON MY NOSE *intense giggling*

Watson: -emotionless creature.

other reality cooking shows: TEN ASSHOLES in a room, all of them PUMPED UP on CRYSTAL METH and THIRSTY for HUMAN BLOOD. we’re gonna SYSTEMATICALLY DESTROY their self-esteem until one of them LOSES IT, throws HOT FAT in another one’s FACE and DISFIGURES THEM FOR LIFE. you are GUARANTEED to DIE of second hand anxiety

me: *yawns* that was ok i guess. a nice relaxing watch before bed

the great british bake off: we are going to find the twelve most adorable people in the uk and politely request them to whip up some of britain’s favourite sweet treats. they will talk in soft voices, make self-deprecating jokes, and emotionally support one another. an elderly lady and her middle-class henchman are going to sample their bakes and offer gentle feedback.

me: oh my GOD are you trying to KILL me I CAN’T HANDLE THIS my HEART’s exploding this should be ILLEGAL @bbc TONE IT THE FUCK DOWN

Advertising broadsheet for The Hound of the Baskervilles in The Strand Magazine, 1901. (source)

Christine Sydelko said this on twitter but I had to share it here. Fatphobic people don’t care about fat people’s health.