buying peaches is so stressful because you have to consume them so quickly…it’s like the moment the cashier types in that number the alpha peach turns to its brothers in the bags and says “alright listen up boys, it’s time to remember your training. i want to see immense bruising by sundown. i want to see you near inedible by sunrise. remember it is better to die a free man than to be eaten.” you gotta wolf down all of your peaches at the check out counter while the trader joe’s employees eagerly look at the Peach Consumption Countdown Clock and cheer you on. these peaches have sensors on them that can tell when they come into contact with human hands so they can begin their self-destruct sequence like you’re in a spy movie and the peach just relayed a message to you about the whereabouts of jimmy hoffa’s decayed remains
i have so many Feelings about the word ‘bitch’. i love when it’s used humorously (’i’m out here ruining my own life as always bitch’), i love when it’s reclaimed (’i’m a boss-ass bitch’), i love when my female friends call me jokingly (‘listen here bitch’), but when a man says it? sirens, warning lights. when a man calls a woman it it comes with such hatred. it’s stabbing. it’s sharp and vile and it drips misogyny. it’s funny how the word can be fine 95% of the time and the other 5% of the time it genuinely fills me with fear