I am eating a creme brûlée doughnut and I’m just not really sure what else there is to care about.
"There’s an oft-reblogged John Waters quote: “If you go home with somebody, and they don’t have books, don’t fuck ‘em.” That’s a good rule. But is the bar for literacy so low that simply owning books is enough? Many of the guys who talk a good game on their profiles about “liking strong women” don’t have a single piece of art created by a woman in their well-curated list of likes. They may say they want to hear my opinion, but their choice in consumption seems to indicate otherwise."
Welcome to Baltimore, where emotional immaturity runs rampant. Is literally no one capable of being an adult sometimes?