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HTGAWM confirmed Wes' death about five times and I still refuse to believe it
- htgawm: shows Wes under the sheet
- Me: OH... nah
- Bonnie: It's Wes
- Me: What? Mmmmm... no I don't... I don't think... something's not right-
- htgawm: show's Wes' face on the TV as the confirmed dead body with Meggy and Laurel crying about it
- Me: this is a just a BIG misunderstanding, he's not-
- Nate: Wes was dead before the fire
- Me: NOPE NO HE WASN'T NAH HAHAHAHAHA
- htgawm: shows Wes walking out with the camera panning up to the sky like his spirit is literally ascending to heaven
- Me:
- Me: So ANYWAY how did Annalise pull off Wes' FAKE death so well?
But that rhetoric, like a lot of things in your life I’m now realizing, ignores a lingering and ruthlessly unfair problem: We would rather have an unqualified man who grabs, rapes, violates, bullies, and dehumanizes women as our leader than a uniquely qualified woman. What that says about a woman’s worth, about your worth, makes me so sad and frustrated that I want to angry-dance in a barn somewhere. And while I know it can’t mean much coming from me because I am biased, pretend that I am completely objective and looking at your life for the first time. You deserve so much better than this. You actively try to make the world a better place every single day, wrestling big, tangled issues like climate justice, city planning, and environmental policy. You speak up each day for people who can’t. Your default setting is to help, and you’ve carved a career out of doing it. But most importantly, you’ve done it all while negotiating a minefield of people who treat you as though a young, beautiful woman can’t be good at her job, who made you want to dye and cut your hair so that you’d be taken more seriously, who force you to ask yourself with each item of clothing you buy whether it will send a thousand unintended messages at work. I’ve never heard you complain about any of it – this all comes to me peripherally in your stories as small moments tangential to the real plot of your day. This is just the way things are.
I need to get back into volunteering. I think a part of me hasn’t really settled back into being in Columbia for the next year or two. But volunteering has always made me feel better and calmer.
I managed to log back in after months of being logged out!
I’m very happy I found a note with my password on it on my iPad because I just can’t fucking fight with people on Facebook anymore.
I have apparently been coming off as crazy because I believed trump when he said he would take away all my newly awarded rights earlier in the campaign. So crazy. I believe the words that come out of his mouth and the policy he has released. Idk how my relatives can be so two faced.
