Maybe the reason "Thunder Road" has sustained for me is that, despite its energy and volume and fast cars and hair, it somehow manages to sound elegiac, and the older I get the more I can hear that. When it comes down to it, I suppose that I, too, believe that life is momentous and sad but not destructive of all hope, and maybe that makes me a self-dramatizing depressive, or maybe it makes me a happy idiot, but either way "Thunder Road" knows how I feel and who I am, and that, in the end, is one of the consolations of art.
“if someone tried to mock me by calling me fat I would laugh in their face and then laugh all the way to the bank after drawing fat porn and then laugh to the fat clothes store and buy some fat lingerie”
I tweeted this (in two parts) earlier today and people requested I make a comic out of it, so I’m going to. But I’ve been trying to think of a real way someone would call me fat as an insult and I can’t do it
I can’t think of a way to insult someone by saying they are fat
Let us pray that the Church be holier and more humble, loving God by serving the poor, the lonely and the sick.