I moved to Austin, Texas, on a whim and absolutely loved it. Spent five years there and never regretted it. The nature and nightlife are unbeatable in my opinion. Such a gorgeous place.
"Is anyone that oblivious to their impact on others? I feel that to say something would only result in a bitterly unsatisfying and possibly heated exchange over which I'd obsess for the rest of my life."
This exhibition is a poignant engagement with Judith Butler's ideas on precarious life, inviting reflection on how personal narratives intersect with broader sociopolitical themes through diverse artistic mediums.
"Dating around. I was with the same man from age 16 to 24, and we got engaged while I was in college. People were like, 'You don't want to play the field? You don't want to see what other people are like? You don't want to experiment or explore?' I didn't at all."
Generally the car scene is very toxic. The low-class, street takeover crowd is full of degenerates. The high-class, exotic collectors are often pompous douchebags. Even in the middle, you get the worst of both worlds. It's not all bad, but it's definitely easy to come across pricks.
I asked BuzzFeed readers to share experiences like this that they've had, because we absolutely need to normalize talking about our bodies. We are each other's greatest resource, after all!
"This one may seem minor, but not getting enjoyment out of mutual activities. My first husband was always willing to do anything I wanted, for example, go to concerts of bands that I liked. But he never enjoyed himself."
"I saw a news report done in the early 2000s. They conducted an experiment where they had both male and female models walk down the street and drop a stack of papers. People fell all over themselves trying to help them. They then repeated the exercise with more ordinary-looking men and women, and no one bothered to assist them when they dropped the stack of papers."
I was at the hospital when I bumped into my grandma in the elevator. I asked her why she was there alone and where she was going, but she just smiled. We walked to her hospital room together. When I opened the door, I saw my parents crying. My grandma had already passed away. At that moment, I didn't know how to feel. It was a mix of sadness and fear.
Nuns used to come into the gun range where I worked. Mother Superior had a .357 and used to teach the other nuns how to use it. The owner always comped them the range time (charged for ammo though), and a couple of times they even rented AR15s.