rowantheexplorer:

newborndropletsofice:

thoodleoo:

do you ever read an article so bad that it makes you want to get a PhD so that you can publish a response and thinkshame the author’s opinions with authority

“thinkshame” is officially the greatest word we’ve come up with as a species.

I get the distinct impression that this level of spite is the primary thing that carries most PhD candidates all the way through their program.

ritualofthehabit:

alexandrareadsthings:

stop telling girls interested in lit that they need to read these great american classics by violent misogynists in order for their opinions to be valid or for their minds to be developed

Stop telling girls who’ve already read misogynistic pieces that their opinions aren’t valid if they thought the book was shit

diapordias:

jadagul:

sigmaleph:

jadagul:

kurloz38:

annabellioncourt:

daddynietzsche:

throwback to that time in my existentialism class where the professor asked ‘who thinks hell is other people’ and half the class slowly and meekly put their hand up

then the prof was like ‘…i mean who originally said it’

there are some posts that sound utterly made up for the joke or for the notes, but this one I whole heartedly believe 

Sounds right to me…

That quote is amazing to me in that it’s quoted completely accurately and yet in a way that means something completely different from what it meant in context.

(Sartre was claiming that Hell was other people. He was not claiming that other people were hell.)

…I can’t actually tell what distinction you’re drawing there. Can you expand?

The line comes from No Exit, which is set in Hell. Spoilers for No Exit follow

In particular, three people who have been condemned to hell are trapped eternally in a room together. And at first they think they got off easy without any pitchforks or fiery lakes or anything. But over the course of the play they discover that they have been chosen very specifically to have neuroses and character flaws that interact with and torment each other.

Each one needs the approval of a second in an unstable RPS cycle so that any time one of them might be satisfied by a second, the third swoops in and ruins it.

And when they figure this out, one of the characters expresses his understanding, that hell isn’t physical torture. “Hell is just—other people.”

So the point isn’t that other people, generically, are hellish; it’s rather that you can build a hell out of other people.

But when I hear people quote it, it’s usually sort of an introvert-pride thing. “Other people are hell; you should spend time alone.” And that’s not the point at all. It’s a statement about how bad unhealthy relationships can be, not a statement about how all relationships are unhealthy!

See also Sartre’s own comment here:

“hell is other people” has always been misunderstood. It has been thought that what I meant by that was that our relations with other people are always poisoned, that they are invariably hellish relations. But what I really mean is something totally different. I mean that if relations with someone else are twisted, vitiated, then that other person can only be hell.

Reblogging for the original post which was hilarious and also for that explanation which is beautiful

gaymerboy99:

illegally-ginger:

arousedean:

whitebeltwriter:

decertatio:

werewolfnl:

frostingpeetaswounds:

prince-of-mametown:

dreamerofderse:

“Family gatherings” aka “90% of the people here are racist”

”..and homophobic”

“and sexist”

“and claim to be none of these things”

“they’re just joking”

“you’re just going through a phase”

“you’ll get used to it”

“so do you have a boyfriend yet?“ 

“Where’s your girlfriend? I though you were a ladies man?”

meatbicyclevevo:

thetowndrugdealer:

precumming:

I JUST PUT MY SHIRT ON AND THERE WAS A SPIDER IN IT!!!!!!!!

or did you just put a shirt on that a spider was already wearing?

thats so rude

couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name:

couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name:

I’m thinking about that book/movie Hoot that I was obsessed with in like sixth grade….I fucking loved that book, because it was right up my animal loving save-the-planet ass, and I loved the movie, because it let me know that Brie Larson had the power to snap Logan Lerman and Cody Linley into multiple pieces with her bare hands, but I’m thinking about that story right now and like….that boy was literally living in the wild. He ran away from home and was living loose in the everglades and no one gave a single shit???? all the kids reading the book were like ‘Wow! He can catch fish with his bare hands! So cool! He’s all alone and living The Life!’ HE WAS A HOMELESS 12 YEAR OLD!!! Did anyone in his family even report him missing?!?! what the fuck 

Mullet Fingers had ONE concerned boyfriend and ONE mildly concerned stepsister but other than that!!! ZERO fucks were given for his health and safety!!! He was living shoeless in the everglades!!!! He had a bag of snakes!!! He was wrangling alligators!!! Why did no one care!!!!