Reportedly to show a Ryan Seacrest studio interview with swimmer Michael Phelps.
A new low in television, sports, and humanity.
Watch what NBC/Comcast didn’t feel like showing you here.
(Producer Matthew points out that Deadspin’s post, linked above, may have misidentified the aim of the memorial. But not its power, or its omission from the NBC telecast. More on the moving memorial hymn’s singer here.)
“When you love someone… truly love them, friend or lover, you lay your heart open to them. You give them a part of yourself that you give to no one else, and you let them inside a part of you that only they can hurt—you literally hand them the razor with a map of where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul. And when they do strike, it’s crippling—like having your heart carved out. It leaves you naked and exposed, wondering what you did to make them want to hurt you so badly when all you did was love them. What is so wrong with you that no one can keep faith with you? That no one can love you? To have it happen once is bad enough… but to have it repeated? Who in their right mind would not be terrified of that?”—
So… the Tumblr Hubs and I have divorced. Much easier on Tumblr than IRL, from what I’ve seen. There’s a bunch of stuff in my queue right now, and I may be back to my regular reblogging by tonight, but I’m taking a bit of a break, I think, from Tumblr. Just need to pull myself together and all.
Long Distance Relationships are t3h suck. Both people involved have to have the fortitude to hold on through life’s ups and downs. When one person checks out, it’s impossible to maintain. Best of luck to those of you fighting that fight. I’ll be okay. I’m just going to work on remembering I’m worth it, to someone.
“One of the worst ways to stop someone from telling sexist jokes is to tell him the joke isn’t funny. He’ll assume that you’re humorless and that he needs to save the good stuff for the right audience. If you really want someone to stop telling sexist jokes, you need to tell him, “I don’t get it” and then step back as he tries not to say, “It’s funny because women are stupid.”—If This Isn’t From a Book, It Should Be (via gaircyrch)
I dislike how girls give guys all these expectations as a boyfriend like to buy the best valentine’s day gift or to always text back or to pay for expensive dinners i mean seriously if youre my boyfriend we can just makeout and eat cheap takeaway i dont care
Just my two cents:
If you expect things from you boyfriend (or girlfriend) that you are unable or unwilling to give, you aren’t neglected, you’re a self entitled ass.
It’s okay if you think Valentine’s Day is a big deal, and you expect your SO to make a big deal of it, but you sure as hell better find out what they consider to be a big deal and go out of your way to make them feel special.
Having attention paid to you is important, but do you really want someone with such mindless, slavering, devotion that they drop everything at a word from you? Get a fucking dog. Problem solved. Dogs are not humans. You are not royalty. Significant others are not your serfs. Get over yourself.
Expensive dinners are lovely, sometimes. So how much are you going to spend to spoil your significant other? Not saying it has to be a constant cycle of making things equal, but if you like fancy dinners alone with him, and he likes camping trips out in the woods, guess which pretty, pretty princess had better be EXCITED AS HELL to get grubby and learn how to set up a tent? Yep.
Bottom line, quite propagating this social obligation of what you deserve as the boyfriend or girlfriend. Find what makes you happy and understand that the person you’re with is going to want different things, or the same things, and deserves them just as much as you do.
TL;DR: That’s not a pea under your mattress, that’s your inflated ego princess.