If a woman isn’t happy and un-opinionated and long-haired and pretty, then she’s weird and ugly. I just don’t get it. I hate it when they say I’m ungrateful and I fucking hate it when they
say I don’t give a shit, because nobody cares more than I do. I’m
telling you I don’t know anybody who does this that gives a shit more
than I do.
what she means:but what happened on monday? did the breakfast club reunite as friends, unafraid of judgement from their parents and peers? were allison and bender welcomed at claire and andy's lunch table? did andy and allison go steady, and did allison stay true to the fashion sense that made her comfortable? did bender ever become more than a weapon for claire to use against her parents? did bender ever learn it was better to try and change the world instead of just blindly rebel against it? did brian ever seek help for his depression? did they all help brian find self value outside of his intelligence? did claire, allison, brian, and andy all start purposefully earning saturday detentions to keep bender company? did they all begin to associate detention with a feeling of safety and a space to be their true selves? did they eventually move that association onto each other and become true life long friends? i like to think so but idk.
Telling other girls that they look pretty is like cracking a glow stick full of positivity and female friendship
say out loud every nice thought you have
The other day at school, I told a girl I liked her umbrella, and it surprised her so much, that she loudly blurted “they’re on sale at Target!!!” and it was just funny and cute.
Yesterday I was boarding my plane home and I just had to tell the stewardess that I loved her hair! Glorious, multicolored curly natural afro and just as I’m telling her she stops me and tells me how much she loves my jacket.
