Omphaloskepsis

Likes: running, reading, girls

I’m not posting this to shit on Yale. I have very dear, very brilliant friends at Yale. Yale during this period was probably no better or worse than other good ol’ white boy’s clubs at the time.

*steps on soapbox*

It just goes to show that wherever there is a bastion of white privilege, you can bet nobody is performing at their best, white people included, because white people sitting on their asses at the top are complacent as fuck. 

When the playing field levels out and everyone is able to utilize their talents to the fullest, and compete in a meritocracy, there’s going to be unprecedented levels of innovation.

*steps off soapbox*

gcangst:

Lookin hella respectable for lunch date with grandparents
Update: I fled back to the car halfway through restaurants are terrifying lawl eating disorders 

gcangst:

Lookin hella respectable for lunch date with grandparents

Update: I fled back to the car halfway through restaurants are terrifying lawl eating disorders 

gcangst:

It was really hard for me to post this because a) it feels trivial given how many women I know who have been legitimately sexually harassed (I mean, it’s all legitimate, but mine was comparatively minor) and b) it’s still embarrassing. 
But basically I decided to post it because that experience has informed the way I’ve interacted with all men since that day. I’m never entirely sure that men see me as, you know, a person….