After a grueling day, I rested over a few drinks and began to wonder. What breed is Grumpy Cat? Thy master Google says she’s a Snowshoe. A rare breed. My spirit animal is a rare Snowshoe breed that originated in the United States in the 1960s.
A few more drinks and I found myself spinning down the rabbit hole of endless Cats 101 videos on Youtube.
Little mo’ whisky and it turns out that Maru’s a Scottish Fold.
Japanese Maru can trace his lineage back to a single Scottish barn cat named Suzy. Talk…about…interesting. Maru’s Japanese with Ginger roots.
I LOVE info-tainment. It brings back the feeling of returning from recess, walking into class, and then noticing the TV cart in front of the chalkboard.
Why has everyone turned their Facebook profile picture into a rainbow? Not cool to color-blindians, yo. Gays and lesbians finally got their right to marry legalized by the Supreme Court. Now that bigots have been disarmed of one more community to exclude, people are turning to discriminate against the color blind. Read my lips. Tear down this rainbow!
No more color lines. There are no red states. There are no blue states. There are only the 50 states of grey.
I get it.
A landmark ruling passes our Supreme Court, so we’re celebrating. But, is rainbow-fying your Facebook profile picture the best you can do? Ladies, if you’re really celebrating, how about changing your profile picture into one of you tongue-kissing your hottest girlfriend? It’s a celebration! Fellas, we cool. Keep calm and rainbow on.
We live in a socially networked world. The power of our connections is in sharing our actions, not our reactions.
I’d love to see what you’ve done for the day. Hug a stranger, then post pictures. Adopt a kitten, then you best post hella pictures.
I care about what you do. I don’t care about what you believe. Social media should be an avenue to share the events of our lives. Yet, we’ve fallen victim to sharing link-bait articles, time-wasting Vines, and everything else Buzzfeed. Does this encapsulate who we are? Or was the purpose to pressure each of us to take extraordinary actions in our lives, so we each have something worth sharing?
Again, I get it. Love won. But, what are your last acts of love? Please share.
And every so often, someone will respond, “Uhhh…ok.” (~rolls eyes)
You know…if you’re “too manly” to “awww” at something adorable, maybe you don’t deserve the hair on your chest. I smoke cigars, drink whiskey neat, and have burned ants with a magnifying glass. And I ain’t afraid to fucking awww at cute shit. I like puppies and kittens. Dat don’t mean I can’t light a match off my stubble.
Society needs to change. It’s time we all grow up and realize that incredibly charming heterosexual Asian men, with a chiseled marble chest, who may work in IT, and could even possibly have a blog named after themselves, are allowed to appreciate indisputable adorableness.
I like ice cream in a cone, and I ain’t afraid to eat a banana in public. Because I’m secure.