you’re a bad person and you should feel bad

I don’t get what the circle is showing.

misogynoir

I’m trying to work what kind of film genre that would be.

Probably a mix between 1950s film noir (read: well-dressed white men in fedoras slapping hysterical dames) and 1970s blaxploitation film (read: well-dressed black pimps in capes slapping back-talking street workers).

The fusion of tropes probably means that the women depicted are either given cartoonish-level plot armour to endure the abuse, or, more darkly, never make it past the first scene.

The people who claw their way to those positions, even if not seeing the lion’s share, should check their alignment. This is a nice check.

come on man, we’re all huge Lucas fans, I know Temple of Doom when I see it

any good reading resources on this?

You lose that buff two weeks after acclimitizing to another country, and the perceived extra charisma is actually people nervously smiling around you to mask their limited english (half the language is just obscure idioms)

Is that the Bacardi Bat hanging upside down off a pirate Fez?

Is that a baby rat with a bird tail, perched on a branch?

Oliver’s army is here to stay
Oliver’s army are on their way
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today

I don’t know why she’s nervous, she clearly knew the spec well and didn’t have to resort to modern abstraction frameworks to serve a simple static site.

Transubstantiation remains a reprehensible pseudophilosophical topic.

Beautiful, just beautiful. This! This is why we’re spending all that effort unwrapping those scrolls that Vesuvius tried to bury for some reason all those millennia ago.

Malfoy suppresses his rage. He knows for sure that Fred had a bigger dick, but has to settle with George’s piece.

The boy who survived has never talked about the incident. Can you imagine coping with the guilt of feeling the warmth of your classmates cocooned around you fading gently away one by one, leaving you alone with only the memory of their sacrifice…

On that sombre note:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cairngorm_Plateau_disaster

It was only on Monday afternoon, when the parents were gathered at the school, that the news came that five of their children were dead. The father explained that the boy who survived was the smallest student in the party; maybe the others (two women leaders, four girls and one boy) had been huddling round him to protect him from the cold

He had been having an affair with the teddy bear.