My roommate from Beijing is fascinated by English expletives and is asking about the most offensive terms we have. I tried to explain the difference between insulting swear words and offensive slurs, and he was delighted by ‘asshole’, ‘motherfucker’, ‘bastard’, ‘dickhead’, and ‘shithead’. Explaining slurs without using any proved to be difficult, as he just tried to insult me by saying, “You are a big slur!”
I told him that he can combine different words to make new ones and he just pointed at me and said, “Fuck you, you son of shit-sucker! You loser!”
“In China, we say ‘fuck your mom, fuck your ancestors, fuck your parents, fuck everyone… but we don’t say ‘fuck yourself’. I love that! In America, you can fuck anyone, even yourself!”
Roommate: “What are bollocks?” Me: “That’s not a word we really use in America, but it means testicles.” Roommate: “What is that?” Me: [makes cupping motion with hands] “You know… balls. Cojones. Your nuts.” Roommate: “I don’t understand.” Me: “Uh…” [helplessly cycling through different physical gestures and words he might understand] Roommate: [stares at me blankly] Me: “They’re like… a dick’s little brothers.” Roommate: “OH! I GET IT NOW!”
So I decided to check them out, knowing they probably weren’t going to be high quality cosplay costumes or anything.
“Huh, okay, that actually doesn’t look too bad.”
But when I got to Sora, the costume isn’t what made me lose it
I wasn’t sure why i just lost it. I don’t know it if it was the wig, his forced smile that looks like he’s getting so close to just losing his shit, or his scruffy beard for some reason. It wasn’t the costume I swear
I snorted and laughed for a good 20 minutes because this was the first thing that popped up into my head
“Went through a hot topic phase and an anime phase simultaneously as a young teen” is a permanent personality trait. That shit follows you. You can never fully recover from that kind of past. You are cursed to always carry the remnants of that fashion and those interests. You can always tell in a room who went through that and who is still recovering. Someone starts playing “I can’t decide” by the scissor sisters on their phone and you immediately lock eyes with the nearest person wearing a mostly-black outfit that is kinda alternative but kinda not and you share a knowing Look of solidarity and eternal suffering
i did not have this phase but i must know what dragged scissor sisters into the world of hot topic weeb culture
the lyrics of i cant decide really resonated with the mall goth weeb crowd circa 2010
“Went through a hot topic phase and an anime phase simultaneously as a young teen” is a permanent personality trait. That shit follows you. You can never fully recover from that kind of past. You are cursed to always carry the remnants of that fashion and those interests. You can always tell in a room who went through that and who is still recovering. Someone starts playing “I can’t decide” by the scissor sisters on their phone and you immediately lock eyes with the nearest person wearing a mostly-black outfit that is kinda alternative but kinda not and you share a knowing Look of solidarity and eternal suffering
i did not have this phase but i must know what dragged scissor sisters into the world of hot topic weeb culture
the lyrics of i cant decide really resonated with the mall goth weeb crowd circa 2010
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