But really, I'm a cartoonist. I draw, screenwrite, and adore animation. I also philosophize from time to time, and take great interest in psychology and martial arts. I'm semi-misanthropic, and I find it silly that weed is still stigmatized. At the core, I'm just a weird dork.
Life is but a stage, and we are merely its performers. Make the show interesting before the curtains close for good.
Oh great, I can’t even look at a sloth anymore without being reminded of that silly meme.
When you like someone, it’s because they have traits YOU find favorable. You include them in your life because they make YOU feel good, but as soon as they stop being fun/fascinating/something YOU can reap personal enjoyment from, you begin to lose interest and gradually care less about them. Eventually, they fade completely from your life and their fate becomes of little/no concern to you.
That, in a nutshell, is the essence of human relationships.
I mean DAMN, this shit rocks. I don’t know who the artist is, but their style of drawing Dragonball characters is quite distinct and very aesthetic, in my humble opinion.
Harvey Fisher is your classic “awesome uncle” type; he may be big and intimidating, but the guy has a heart of gold and never misses a cue when it comes to cracking jokes. Harvey’s favorite activity is fishing (didn’t see that comin’, right?), and he lives by a simple philosophy: “Like is like the rod, and one must cast himself into the sea of life in order to obtain anything”. Harvey’s presence can admittedly be overbearing, as he is quick to cut someone off mid-sentence to interject his perspective and dominate the conversation without even realizing it. However, he makes up for this fault with his enthusiasm, wisdom, and jubilant nature, often cheering people up from the most sour of spirits.
Think all dogs are full of energy? Well clearly, you haven’t met Don Doberman. The guy practically DEFINES lethargic. He wakes up every day at around 2 pm, and no matter how sunny the weather may be, the first thing on his mind is watching T.V. for at least 6 hours before heading right back to bed. It’s no wonder his owners are thinking about giving him away to their least favorite neighbors! Don’s favorite activities include fighting killer robots and mud-wrestling hot women in bikinis…which, of course, only happens in his dreams. But hey, when 80% of your life is spent sleeping, that’s gotta count for somethin’, right??
Stanley the Shrew is an wannabe superstar, who thinks the world should be honored by the grace of his very presence. Only problem is, he’s the only one who feels this way, and is always overshadowed by what he considers to be “lesser talents”. Stanley has big-time dreams of starring in his own movie (based on what would be his extremely embellished autobiography), but he mainly gets stuck playing the hapless stunt double in comedy flicks, much to his dismay. This never discourages him though, and he’s always seeking any sort of spotlight he can nab (he once did a now-banned commercial where he demonstrated why you shouldn’t apply lotion on live lobsters). For all his faults, one thing can be said about Stanley for sure: He’s highly ambitious—almost as much as he’s unfavored by the general public—and will stop at nothing until he sees his name in lights (or at least befriends Oprah, according to one of his tweets).
He admits to wearing women’s clothes from time to time and letting his son play with dolls. And he’s not gay.
He just doesn’t believe in gender roles. Right fucking on.
and what type of person ARE you? How do you want people to perceive you, and how much does it honestly matter to you?
I’m genuinely curious. Not everyone is who or where they want to be in life, but a lot of us have a pretty clear image of what we’d like to become.
Women, too, have been socialized to believe that the ultimate arbiters of their appearance are men, that anything they do with their appearance is or should be “for men.” That’s why women’s magazines trip over themselves to offer up advice on “what he wants to see you wearing” and “what men think of these current fashion trends” and “wow him with these new hairstyles.” While women can and do judge each other’s appearance harshly, many of us grew up being told by mothers, sisters, and female strangers that we’ll never “get a man” or “keep a man” unless we do X or lose some fat from Y, unless we moisturize//trim/shave/push up/hide/show/”flatter”/paint/dye/exfoliate/pierce/surgically alter this or that.
That’s also why when a woman wears revealing clothes, it’s okay, in our society, to assume that she’s “looking for attention” or that she’s a slut and wants to sleep with a bunch of guys. Because why else would a woman wear revealing clothes if not for the benefit of men and to communicate her sexual availability to them, right? It can’t possibly have anything to do with the fact that it’s hot out or it’s more comfortable or she likes how she looks in it or everything else is in the laundry or she wants to get a tan or maybe she likes women and wants attention from them, not from men?
The result of all this is that many men, even kind and well-meaning men, believe, however subconsciously, that women’s bodies are for them. They are for them to look at, for them to pass judgment on, for them to bless with a compliment if they deign to do so. They are not for women to enjoy, take pride in, love, accept, explore, show off, or hide as they please. They are for men and their pleasure.”