The Things That Are Reported Matters. The Language Used Matters. What Is Left Out Of The Story Matters.

the things that are reported matters. the language used matters. what is left out of the story matters.

One thing about me is that I’m kinda obsessed with urban planning and another thing about me is that I’m furious, ENRAGED. About the blatant contempt that modern infrastructure projects have for walkability.

The impossible task it is to want to make and post kink (in my case, farting) edit videos of influencers you find hot where you're able to successfully toe the line between people (including the influencer) finding it funny while people who have the same kink as you are able to quietly enjoy it without harassing people, or crossing boundaries.

STOP SAYING THERE ARE FART GAGS (PLURAL) IN YOUR REVIEW IF THERE IS ONLY ONE JOKE IN THE ENTIRE MOVIE.

NOT ONLY IS IT A COMPLETE MISREPRESENTATION OF THE FILM'S HUMOR TO ANYONE WHO WANTS TO WATCH IT BUT IT MAKES IT VERY DIFFICULT WHEN FINDING FART SCENES.

HOW HARD IS IT TO SAY "it has a fart gag".

My favorite color is green, and it has been my entire life. I even once painted one of my walls green when I was in elementary school.

However, I'd never known my parents' favorite colors because I'd never asked my dad, and when I'd tried to ask my mom, in true motherly fashion, she gave me the politician's non-answer of "Well, it's hard for me to pick, because I like all colors." or, "I go back and forth with what colors I like". Ugh. Girl, just pick one.

A couple days ago though, I asked them what theirs were, and my dad responded with blue, and my mom, staying true to herself, left me with the same lack of an answer. The next day though, she said her favorite colors were yellow and grey.

It makes sense, yellow+blue=green, and I think that's really sweet and a perfect way to describe the way they are both a part of me.