the trouble with loving handsome private school boys is that no matter how much they resemble the beaming ken dolls in country club fashion spreads, no matter how well you can imagine that promising future where you actually get to use the dishwasher and you actually get to mow a lawn, no matter how good and nice and articulate and well-intentioned they are

they will still take you by the hand and say i can show you the world and we should do this and when you say no they will lightly chastise you for not being adventurous enough, not realizing that each hypothetical step you take is time lost at your coffee shop job, that you’ve already reached your overpriced beverage quota for the day

and it’s not their fault but you don’t know how to make them understand because private school boys don’t need to make rent and private school boys take unpaid internships and private school boys pay to teach english in “asia” and “africa” and private school boys work in the summer to fund their trips around the world

47April 16, 2013 at 12:39PM

poised at the cusp of adulthood. buffeted to and fro by the vagaries of fate, limbs flailing helplessly. verbal and visual commentary on fandom and its shortcomings. the vast tragic glory of the romulan empire, and one woman who would dare to defend it. the existential dread prompted by the endless vacuum of space. insect women, gnashing with their mandibles at the narrow confines of patriarchy. omg did i do this right

ohm y gOD how

24February 5, 2013 at 7:17PM