Have you ever notice dhow a twenty-dollar bill is like the grownup version of a dollar bill? I mean, really, think about it. Just for a sec.
Back when I was a kid, a dollar was a hefty fortune, at least it felt like it. Candy bars, comic books, and enough bubble gum to work your jaws into a frenzy were of course out of my price range—yet all could be yours for just a few more precious Washingtons. Ah, those simpler days. Then adulthood hit like a two-ton marshmallow in NY, and suddenly you’re staring at twenty-dollar bills like they’re the all-empowering green saviors of your wallet as long as you have enough of them. Weird, right?
Fast forward, and a twenty can disappear faster than you can say “small iced latte.” Life’s expenses just scale up. Movie tickets, a quick bite at your favorite café, or even a gas top-up require these now-crucial twenties. Let’s face it: inflation isn’t easing up (a fancy term that also means money’s mischievously shrinking).
But never fear! Just embrace it—twenty is the new dollar. It marks our rite of passage into grownup-hood, turning us into savvy spenders.
Next time you hand over that twenty (hopefully with swagger), remember this quirky transformation. It actually means you’ve made it to adult-land. Got this! And if you need reassurance, just imagine there’s a 20-year-old Toddler Living in a McFancy Restaurant Coupon-world using that to create majestic (but unfortunately invisible) money castles.
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Money Is Like That
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There–Not So Alone in the Night
Isn’t it funny, solitude I mean—how we confidently declare one moment, “I’m not afraid of being alone,” but secretly harbor that spine-tingling fear of not being alone when we’re supposed to be? That is the scary part isn’t it? Not the alone, but the alone with somebody who has no right to be there, part—there in the dark void of midnight, silence broken only by the creaks of an old house settling (or is it something more sinister?), you feel… yep, a presence! Are you spooked yet?
It’s not really about the solitude, is it? Oh no. We love a bit of alone time—binge-watching shows with snacks unapologetically balanced on our laps. It’s when shadows seem to flicker, and every innocent sound—the distant hum of the fridge or something all-too-resembling footsteps—morphs into potential horror movie material. Oy!
Speaking of which, do you remember as a kid (geez, or maybe as an adult, no judgment here) playing detective? Tip-toeing from room to room with a flashlight, transformed into a mini-Sherlock. Underneath beds, behind curtains, in the closet where coats become creatures of the night—only to find things perfectly normal? It sounds silly now, right? (But we’ve all done it!)
The funniest bit? We consciously know there’s nothing there. Really. Our overloaded minds just cook up these vibrant scenarios out of—get this—boredom! But flip that light switch, and instantly you’re like, “Who even thought ghosts could be real?”, laughing at yourself while you retreat to your cozy nook on the couch.
Next time you’re feeling a bit on edge in an empty house, take a deep breath. Shake off those Halloween fantasies. Or just turn it into a treasure hunt for that old pair of socks you swore disappeared ages ago. Some playful laughter and a rational mind triumph over fear any day. Promise! -
Pro-Choice Rebuttals
A.K.A. Arguments Grounded in Reality (Unlike the Pro-Life Nonsense)
Hi! Pull up a chair—or, if you’re reading this standing at the kitchen counter while guzzling a quick coffee, maybe just lean back for a sec. We’re diving into a topic that’s serious, but wow, it’s so important to hash out: The best pro-choice arguments. Or, counters to the nonsense that pro-lifer’s spread. Seriously! If you dare open your mouth, guess women aren’t supposed to be heard on this subject concerning our bodies, we’re supposed to hold still and let some law maker make decisions about them instead.
You ready?
- Just because there’s a “right to life” doesn’t mean anyone has the right to use someone else’s body to keep that life going.
- Women aren’t obligated to have kids, and deciding to have sex definitely doesn’t automatically sign them up for that responsibility.
- Making abortion illegal is seriously risky for both women and their children.
- Adoption still means a woman has to carry a baby for nine months and give birth, which are both pretty risky in themselves.
- Abortions, meanwhile, are actually quite safe.
- Taking away access to abortion infringes on a woman’s right to make decisions about her own body.
You know how we all have our own space? Our own little bubble where we get to call the shots, like what snacks we hoard or how late we stay up watching our favorite TV shows? Well, turns out our body’s supposed to be pretty much the ultimate personal space. When it comes to “right to life,” some folks argue that it doesn’t automatically mean you’re entitled to it after all. They expect to be able to use someone else’s body to sustain that life. They love unborn babies (its when they’re out they couldn’t care less)! I mean, think about it, just ’cause I say, “Hey, can I crash on your couch for, like, nine months?” doesn’t mean you have to say yes, right? Same deal for women, but at a much bigger scale, obviously. Women do not have a built-in “responsibility” to have children. And deciding to have sex? No, it doesn’t come with a shiny badge that says, “Hello, New Parent!” It’s an absurd leap to imply it does.
Outlawing abortion? Dangerous. It’s as plain as that late-night fridge light guiding you to leftovers nirvana. Seriously, banning it doesn’t make abortion disappear—it just makes it unsafe. Woefully unsafe. The dangers multiply for women and their future children when access is yanked away. And saying “just choose adoption” sidesteps the entire ordeal of carrying a pregnancy to term. That’s an adventure in itself, layered with perils and risks—and yep, a whole lotta physical changes I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.
Let’s lighten the mood with a nugget of truth: Abortions are pretty safe. Actually really safe. Statistically, safer than those roller coasters I pretended to enjoy, only to find my lunch wanted a round two on my shirt. Reputable medical data lines up behind the procedure’s safety, with complications being remarkably rare. Compare that to the myriad of risks with pregnancy and childbirth, phew, you kinda see why—when we talk safety—abortion might just drop the mic.
Intercepting bodily autonomy, now there’s a kicker! Banning abortion yanks away a woman’s fundamental right to decide what’s best for her own body. It’s like confiscating the remote and declaring movie night solely a re-run of last decade’s sitcoms (shudder). Our bodies, our choices, remember? You actually seem to have forgotten, or you just never cared in the first place. That principle rings as true as holding onto the last slice of pizza for yourself. It’s the core of personal autonomy.
Okay, I can hear you thinking. “Deep stuff with some real food for thought!” These pro-choice arguments weave into the expansive tapestry of discussions surrounding reproductive rights, painting a vivid picture of today’s societal landscape. They illuminate the nuanced realities and rights worth protecting fervently, if we don’t nobody will. There’s no simple answer here, we can’t snap our fingers and make this insanity go away—every woman is faced with complex, deeply personal choices when it comes to her reproductive rights, and those are choices every woman deserves the power and respect to make. Thanks for leafing through this heavy topic with me. Remember, conversations like these matter. A lot. Defend your rights. Stay curious and empathetic. Always.
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Erosion Starts With A Trickle
He has this beautiful, luxuriant hair, and he puts stuff on. He puts it in. Lather. He likes lots of lather because he likes it to come out extremely dry because it seems to be slightly thicker that way. And he lathers up and then turns on this crazy shower and the thing drips, drips, and he says, ‘He’s gonna be here for 45 minutes. What?’
Wow, folks, it seems like our rights are under a relentless attack these days. We’re at a seriously critical juncture for reproductive rights. Can you believe it? It’s mind-boggling how so many politicians and activists are laser-focused on denying us—women—the fundamental right to control our own bodies. Just imagine if—God forbid—the decomposing jack-o-lantern gets (re)elected what would be coming at us. After more than 1,300 restrictions since Roe v. Wade, 2021 was pretty much breaking records in the worst possible way for abortion rights since about half of them were introduced in that year alone. (As if we needed more challenges in that year, right?) Then came 2022, and they did away with it all together. This was in part because the short-fingered vulgarian got to appoint three of them.
Let’s not forget about the mind-blowing Texas S.B. 8 law, shall we? It banned abortions after six weeks. Six weeks! Most people don’t even know they’re pregnant by then. Talk about targeted
unrealistic expectationspersecution! And as if we didn’t already know, other states started lining up to pull the same crap. Ugh.Now, let’s get real on who’s most affected. Women? Yes. But it’s your Black, Latino, and Indigenous communities that bear the brunt of these inhumane laws, thanks to ingrained systemic racism (because history just keeps repeating itself, doesn’t it?). Whether it’s people with low incomes, those with inflexible work schedules, or folks who can’t even get proper childcare or transportation—these laws hit hard.
But, hear me out: there’s hope because you’ve got the power (and that’s a game changer). You can help protect and expand abortion access, even when it seems like all the odds are against us. Fight back, advocate, and support. Your voice matters! Vote for Harris / Walz 2024!
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Uh – “Curse” That
Life’s a funny dance, isn’t it? You’re toddling around trying not to say “shit” within earshot of adults. Fast forward a bit, and you’re saying “fudge” instead of “fuck” because a pair of innocent ears (yes, the little buggers soak up words like a sponge) are in the vicinity. Yep, that’s life, either too young or too old—but rarely just right (though we are all perfect, or so my self-help book says).
When I was just a little sprout, I remember the constant crackdown from my elders: “Mind your language!” Oy, the stress of accidental slips—ugh! Back then, cursing was like a secret language spoken in hushed tones, caught between the glare of adult-sized judgments and childhood Reverie.
Then adulthood came knocking. Surprise! (Plot twist: It’s just kiddie version two point oh.) Suddenly, it was me pulling a “mind your Ps and Qs” with miniature versions of my past self (doppelgangers, I tell you). Funny how the universe has a way of paying it forward.
That’s the gig though, everyone in life’s charade. First, avoid sounding like a salty old sailor; then, protect the cherubic innocence of others from the salty sailor lurking in you. Hilarious, really—the circle of linguistics. -
One of the Many Reasons Kamala Harris Has My Vote
Whoa, the decision by the Supreme Court to overturn Roe v. Wade came as a slap in the face to many of us (not enough though) and has really thrown a wrench in the gears when it comes to our reproductive health, and autonomy to our bodies, hasn’t it? After it was overturned in 2022 it has been shaking things up in a big way, creating this tsunami of attacks on abortion rights and basic human rights for women (I’m looking at you Texas). People are calling it a public health crisis. Yikes. The whole situation has been described as the erosion of civil liberties, our civil liberties.
Scary stuff.
Enter Vice President Kamala Harris, who’s got some strong feelings about it. She says she’s all in for restoring reproductive freedoms. If there’s a law that could bring back abortion rights to the national stage, she’s ready with her pen to sign it—no hesitation. The Biden-Harris crew was already big on reproductive health before, but trying to make headway in Congress has been like swimming upstream since Roe fell. Nothing’s easy.
Now, if Harris lands in the top seat, she’s got her work cut out for her. There’s a need to make sure abortion access is a reality for everyone, regardless of where you live or how much is in your wallet. What might this look like? Well, getting some federal laws down on paper to cement abortion rights and tackling hurdles like the Hyde Amendment, which keeps Medicaid from covering abortion.
People in several states are shaking their pom-poms for abortion rights, even as more restrictive policies try to sneak in. And let’s not forget old-school laws like the Comstock Act, lurking like a ghost at a rehearsal of the same old play. Harris needs to put them to bed for good.
Additionally, we gotta enforce what’s already supposed to be there. EMTALA says emergency abortion care is a must, no ifs, ands, or buts. The folks over at the ACLU are on the case, shouting for more investment in reproductive resources, especially for those without deep pockets. They’re cornering Harris, keeping tabs on her promises, and urging us all to shout for federal laws pushing for reproductive freedom. Go team! -
Shirt Tucked or Pants Tucked? You Decide
Alright, it’s a busy morning–you know the drill. You’re rushing out the door, toast in one hand, and keys in the other. As you pass by a mirror, you notice something… peculiar. Your shirt’s not tucked in! Panic? Okay, I rarely tuck. But then the other morning, I realized that either way I shouldn’t worry. Seriously? Nah, just switch your perspective. If your shirt’s flouting the rules of tuck-dom, technically, your pants are just getting cozy beneath the shirt. See? It’s all about the angle.
Who knew right? Our clothes could have such existential debates, serious? It’s like, maybe just picture it, your wardrobe has its own little world, flipping those expectations and shaking things up. You gotta love that rebellious garment spirit (okay, clothes aren’t alive, thankfully, just think of the responsibilities if they were).
Speaking of rebellions, little me once faced off against tucking in my shirt for a school picture day. I thought untucked shirts sang songs of freedom! (My mom, however, had other less lyrical opinions.)
Honestly, embracing the quirks of fashion mishaps teaches us something hilariously profound. It’s a way of spotting the positives—or at least the amusing angles—in our daily dive into style-savvy survival. So next time you see someone’s untucked shirt, think—hey, maybe their pants are just embracing the tucked life instead.
Now, isn’t that a cheeky way to zip through your day?
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Babies are Little Energy Vampires
Life’s full of quirks, isn’t it? And one of the most mind-blowing curiosities is how babies manage to pull a little magic trick from the very start. Did you know? Those tiny humans are like the masterminds of energy transfer. They’re literally siphoning power directly from their moms before even emerging into the world. Wild, right?
Here’s the scoop.
As simple as it sounds, babies draw nutrients from their mothers through the placenta. But it’s not just sipping, it’s more like guzzling—especially iron and calcium. This process strengthens them hugely (those little usurpadores!). It’s as if they’ve attended an exclusive prenatal bodybuilding club all nine months!
Ever heard of fetal microchimerism? Despite sounding like something out of a sci-fi thriller, it’s just another fascinating bit: fetal cells can actually migrate into the mother’s body. So these cells basically slink around, sometimes settling and sometimes helping mom’s body heal. Kind of sweet perk, isn’t it? Almost like babies saying, “Thanks, Mom!”
Let’s be honest, pregnancy can seem like a superhuman feat. Least it does to me.
Perfectly balanced between exhausting and endearing. Yet, every sleepy-eyed snapshot of a newborn hints at this astounding process. It’s life’s little reminder that behind every rolly-polly baby lies an unseen marvel of nature. Seriously amazeballs, don’t you think? -
Did You Know You Clean Your Skeleton Once A Day
Curious, isn’t it? The idea that the only time you’re giving your skeleton a good scrub is when you’re brushing those pearly whites. Kinda blows your mind, right? Teeth: they’re such tiny heroes in the grand skeletal scheme but let’s give ‘em some cheers. Go, team teeth!
Now, picture this: you’re standing in front of the mirror. Toothpaste oozing onto your toothbrush (that bright minty greenish-blue). As those bristles swish against your teeth, you’re not just banishing morning breath or the aftereffects of that cheesy lasagna. No, no—you’re also performing the rare feat of actually cleaning part of your skeleton.
Alright, I admit it’s not like you’ve gotta dunk your bones into a bubble bath. However, the fact remains: dental hygiene is skeletal love at its finest. I wasn’t a floss fanatic for the longest time (oh, apologies to my stubborn past self). But once I learned how each flossing was a gentle nod to my skeleton… well, let’s just say, floss became my friend.
Next time, as you tangle with your toothbrush, remember: you’re having a soap opera with your very own skeletal structure. You’re brushing greatness! (And making your dentist—and your skeleton—proud). Curious that, indeed! -
Sudsy Curiosity
Why look at that! The world is chock-full of mysteries, isn’t it? We get bogged down by “what came first, the chicken or the egg?” and spend ages pondering if a tree falls in a forest, does it make a sound? But right now, my mind’s chewing on something tangentially simpler yet surprisingly intriguing—like do bald men wash their heads with shampoo or just go for the, well, straight-up body soap?
Okay, if you’ve ever pictured a shiny bald pate in the shower, sudsy bubbles cascading over skin smooth as a baby’s bottom, you’re not alone. (I blame those charming commercials that make shampooing seem like a mystical experience). Some folks might spring for shampoo—with all the love and gentle care we associate with hair spa days—because the skin might still be prone to the same tenderness as hair-topped heads.
But sometimes, body soap does the trick!
Once, I asked my bald uncle, while attending family Thanksgiving (there’s always that oddball conversation around cranberry sauce, isn’t there?), and he grinned, claiming soap wins out. Simple and efficient. Just like his suits. Shampoo, on the other hand, he found a bit “froufrou” for his minimalist vibe.
So, explore! Be cheeky. Splash away. And never underestimate the wonder tangled in a bald man’s shower regimen. Enthralling stuff, isn’t it?