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Hearing a person talk about someone they hate is always an experience for me. If you validate their disdain for a person, they spew the most hateful things. I've seen the sweetest of people, fatshame, slutshame or talk about someone's parents with such spite. I mean there are people I hate with all my existence too, but where do you draw the line with your morals? Does such intense emotion really make people so blind, that they think its excusable since the other person is also terrible or do they just show their true colours?
Mar 26, 2025
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hatred gets a bad wrap. But when it's used in the process of acceptance or used to fuel change it's one of the most important emotions you can allow yourself to experience
Mar 31, 2025
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If you’re feeling like a pacified balloon person bobbing between bland aesthetics and anodyne conversation and the siren song of someone else’s outrage… I can recommend really truly clearly and articulately disliking something.
Pulling out the exact thread of your distaste. Being at the ready to defend your hatred to yourself in the shower or when, like, Saltburn or something comes up over drinks. Helps the world feel real.
Disambiguation: not to be confused with a hot take or a rant in the style of a podcaster making content for YouTube shorts (‘send this to someone who hates pickle juice on pizza!’)
Related: self righteous shower arguments
Mar 3, 2024
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Rage is such an inherently feminine trait and living with the subtle jabs and taunts at your mere existence should be enough of a reason to feel that anger. A woman who isn't angry is either submissive of her mistreatment or apathetic, both of which are not qualities I would want in friendships. So this is a rule I abide by. I may not necessarily only befriend people who explicitly call themselves feminists but i trust angry women more. A girl who cannot stand up for herself wouldn't do a great job at defending her friends, I believe.
Mar 24, 2025
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How was I so much smarter at 16? I lived in my own little bubble and rejected everything else that made me feel worthless. I stood up for myself more times than I can count.
20 means nothing. I am more confused than ever. I don't know why I take decisions. I fail at everything I do. I constantly search for what I once was.
Mar 29, 2025
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This might just be the mid life crisis speaking, but if we aged backwards would we enjoy our childhood, and our teenage more carelessly? After unlearning shame throughout our life, by the time we reach our mid 30s, we might present ourselves more authentically and also look our hottest.
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