But I guess ultimately what scares me about marriage is where do you find this person? You know a lot of times, most successful relationships, people meet through work, school, mutual friends. But what’s most interesting to me is when people just meet in life, just randomly. You know, I have a friend, he got married, I asked him like “Hey, uh, where’d you meet your wife?” He was like “I was leaving Bed, Bath & Beyond. I was looking for my car - I drive a gray Prius. I saw a different gray Prius, I thought it was mine, I walked up to it, I realized I had the wrong car, but I bumped into Carol, we started talking, that was that”. That’s unbelievable. Think about all the random factors that had to come together to make this one moment possible - this one moment that changed these two people’s entire lives: First off, this guy has to live in this particular town. Then he has to get a gray Prius. Then he has to need to go to Bed, Bath & Beyond. Then he has to go to that particular Bed, Bath & Beyond. Then there has to be another guy who also lives in town, also drives a gray Prius, also needs to go to Bed, Bath & Beyond, also goes to that particular Bed, Bath & Beyond at around the same time. Then they have to both park somewhat near each other, my friend has to leave before the other guy leaves, see the wrong Prius, think it’s his, walk up to it. Then the woman, Carol, needs to be near the wrong gray Prius for a million other random reasons. They bump into each other, they start talking, their entire lives are changed. That’s the most amazing and terrifying thing about life. It is, cause the amazing thing is that at any moment, any one of us can have that moment that totally changes our lives. You could be leaving the show tonight, bump into someone… it could change your life. You don’t know, that could happen. The terrifying thing is… what if we’re all supposed to be at Bed Bath & Beyond right now?
Aziz Ansari, Buried Alive (via larmoyante)
I am a feminist because I would like to walk to my car without my keys and pepper spray clutched in each hand. I am a feminist because more men have beaten me than kissed me tenderly. I am a feminist because the police interrogator asked what I was wearing. I am a feminist because calling a sensitive man a “girl” is an insult. I am a feminist because of the devaluation of all things “feminine.” I am feminist because male work is also privileged work. I am a feminist because I would like to be paid as much as my male counterparts for the same job. I am feminist because I have been called a “Femi-Nazi,” as if wanting my gender to be regarded equally is the same as murdering eleven million people. I am a feminist because I am a human being, and I deserve to be treated as such. In short, I am a feminist because there is a need for me to explain why I am a feminist.
When Someone Asked Me Why by Gabrielle Martin (via mau-die)
I have never thought about it in this context
that’s actually really, really creepy.
I once pointed this out to my mother and she just stared at me, in stunned silence for ages.
There will always be a girl who is less sober, less secure, with less friends walking in a darker part of town. I want her safe just as much as I want me safe.