Breastfeeding mothers exposing their breasts in public who are attempting to… tend to their baby’s most basic need.
A good use of 30 seconds - go on, vote!
(via lucypaw)
For the record…
The Platonic Ideal for an A-Level Results Day story photograph involves the following in the order named:
1) Blonde…
2) Twins…
3) Going to Oxbridge…
4) Leaping for joy…
5) Holding aloft their results…
6) …But not so high as to obscure a glimpse decolletage.
I find it also helps to imagine Derek Jameson leering, sweaty browed and panting, as he approves the layout. But that’s just me.
This is depressing. They’re not just female, cute and often wearing low-cut clothes - they all seem to be able-bodied, and pretty much all are white.
Second wave feminism was essential to its time, but its time is over. Move on…
Sherbet Fountain: the modern version
Paul brought me home a Sherbet Fountain today. Good job, too, cos he didn’t get home til 22:15, the dirty stop-out. I was assuaged, but slightly confused by it. When I were a kid, they had papery wrappers, and the licorice stick jutted out uncovered at the end, so that eating it meant playing a merry game of Germ Roulette. Not so the new incarnation: it has a plastic wrapper that encompasses the whole thingie.
Such a shame. HEALTH AND SAFETY GONE MAD, and all that.
