Harlem, physically at least, has changed very little in my parents’ lifetime or in mine. Now as then the buildings are old and in desperate need of repair, the streets are crowded and dirty, there are too many human beings per square block. Rents are 10 to 58 per cent higher than anywhere else in the city; food, expensive everywhere, is more expensive here and of an inferior quality; and now that the war is over and money is dwindling, clothes are carefully shopped for and seldom bought. Negroes, traditionally the last to be hired and the first to be fired, are finding jobs harder to get, and, while prices are rising implacably, wages are going down. All over Harlem now there is felt the same bitter expectancy with which, in my childhood, we awaited winter: it is coming and it will be hard; there is nothing anyone can do about it.
Notes of a Native Son, James Baldwin, 1955
Crossfit competitions are to determine who is the best at working out.
Bodybuilding competitions are to determine who was the best at working out.
Does anyone else get annoyed when someone's eyebrows are too expressive in conversation? Unless it's groundbreaking shit, keep those caterpillars at bay.
Ariana Grande shows off her comedy chops, not too shabby!
You have to admire pro wrestling fans for their thorough documentary attention. The Undertaker has a longer Wikipedia page than most US Presidents.
Shots fired! The best defense is a good offense 🇺🇦
Russia and Ukraine just need to settle their differences in fucking Eurovision like everyone else.
Holding sticks.
Hitting stuff with sticks.
Hitting other people.
Wearing shoes with knives for soles.
Being on top of ice.
Running on top of ice.
All these things are fine, individually. Anyone who does them altogether is a lunatic.
Who is surrounded by family yet still feels alone?
We have a little Hitler running free in Texas.