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randomactsofdouchebaggery:

OK, but Rachel and Mercedes having a friendly conversation and being supportive and talking about how good it is to have a girl to talk to in NY…

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lettersfromtitan:

1. So yeah, remember when it was apparently absurd to think this episode might have something to do with STD or HIV testing? And Eli C. came up and Kurt and Blaine noted that testing is the reasonable adult thing to do?

The episode never mentioned AIDS by name, but Ryan Murphy did just tweet…

I literally finished eating dinner right before Glee started, so very full and much digesting—the montage of Blaine stuffing his pie hole right at the top of the show was just….gah—no!  Even the cronuts made my stomach roil a little.

Other than that, excellent episode all around.  I was wondering why we got so little Rachel this week—though what we did get was top quality (I had no idea how much I was missing quality lady bonding time until those Rachel/Mercedes scenes)—until I saw that next week’s episode is about her show opening, so obvs. lots of her next week.

Aside from the praying-about-it aspect, Mercedes’ current position on sex is pretty similar to my own.  I find it incredibly hard to be that physically open with anyone (for many reasons, not the least of which was getting over my smacks-of-slut-shaming Catholic school sex ed classes/lectures), so sex with another person is not something I take lightly.  I appreciated her articulation of feelings about it this week and was happy to see someone on TV whose sexual journey is more like my own than not.  The Mercedes plot this week just gave me a lot of feelings, okay?

wordplaying:

Random question:

If you were born/raised female, and if you had a decent relationship with your mother:

Do you feel like your mother ever really talked to you about gender inequality: what to expect, how to deal with it, ways to cope with it? 

Were there safety and behavior standards that you understood as explicitly gendered (earlier curfew, rules about being on the street at night, etc.)?

I was born in ‘84 and grew up in a nice, very average and boring and safe suburb in southwest Ohio.

As I sit here thinking about it, I don’t recall my mom and I ever having, like, specific conversations about gender inequality and/or sexism. There were times I came home from school after hearing something that smacked of sexism, like some bullshitty sounding dress code rules or some sketchy seeming sexist crap from a religion class, and bring it up to her, like, “this is some old-fashioned bullshit, right?” And she would always be straight with me and say that yeah, it is, and sometimes you can do something and sometimes you can’t; sometimes you can pick a battle and win it if you’re stubborn enough, but even if you aren’t that kind of person, you can still acknowledge the bullshit sexism and try not to let it wear you down.

Both my mom and dad were pretty great about applying the same standards of behavior to me and my older brother.  I know there were times my dad especially might have been nervous about me maybe driving alone later at night, like, home from a party or something, but my mom was adamant about giving me the same freedoms and limitations as my brother got when he was my age.  I think one of the main reasons for that is she and her sister, who were both the 2 youngest children in the family (out of 6 total), were also the only girls, so they got double whammied for having more rules and double standards (different time, growing up in the ’60s and early ’70s and all).  My mom did not want that for me, and I know had to talk my dad down a few times if I wanted to do a thing he thought I shouldn’t do, and she would be all “hey, if we’d let her brother do it, we’ll let her do it, too.”

These are things I never really thought about much until the last few years, but when I reflect, my mom was hella feminist even back then.  And it wasn’t like it was overt or explicit; it was just sort of there, in the fact that she (and my dad) let me do me, however that manifested, and never made me feel I was being treated a particular way because I was a girl or that I should or should not do a thing because I was a girl.  I remember being especially grateful for having such a kick-ass mom when I talked to her about my choice to never have kids.  Motherhood just isn’t for me, and she never gave me grief for it or told me “well, you might change your mind about it later” (unlike literally every other older female relative of mine) or showed that she was in any way sad about it; she respected me and my choice and has never given me any indication that she’s not 100% behind me.

dahlstrom:

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And then the question: What to do about Mad Men?

i totally forgot about mad men.  i was pretty bored with last season, though.  if this one is better then i’ll catch up with it.

I don’t know where I’d place last season in relation to the previous ones—it wasn’t my favorite—but it was worth just for this moment from the finale:

kuueater:

go into your garage, take that dirty ass rake that you think you remember using to fend off a stray animal once, and cook your fucking food on it, you piece of shit pleb. eat off the fuckin thing while you’re at it. rake = giant fork. LIFE HACK..

(via catyuy)

ohblainers:

Blaine probably got the SodaStream as a graduation present from some well-meaning but out of touch aunt, and he brought it to the loft as a joke but then got fixated on it in the way that Blaine does.

And Kurt’s just like, “Blaine, not everything needs to have bubbles.” And…

(via sothinky)

nadiacreek:

BrigittaRomanov: @chriscolfer in the cut “Rockstar” scene

Okay, RIGHT THIS SECOND I am in my Word document writing this thing where Kurt is playing a guest-star bad-boy Elf king in an urban fantasy TV show, and I flip over to Tumblr and on my dash there is a picture of him as that character. WHAT JUST HAPPENED??? hoW?????

I will read the shit out of that whenever you post it!