That and another company that’s killing off the bees? They can’t be serious.
tiny puppies on tiny couches !
THIS AIN’T A SCENE, IT’S A
WE’RE GOING DOWN DOWN INANULLIARAN
AND SUGAR WE’RE GOING DOWN SWINGIN’
I’LL BE YANUMBAWAH WITHABULLIN
ALLUDIGA CORNFLAKES COCKITENBOOLIT
The Fast and The Furious (2001) / Fast & Furious 6 (2013)
I had forgotten what a poisonous cancer “nice” can be. That we’re socialized — tortured — into this borderline personality disorder, as a culture, that says everything is all good or all bad, and that if you’re not nice you’re a bitch, but then the definition of “nice” keeps expanding and expanding until it includes ever doing anything that someone else doesn’t agree with, it includes having opinions, having a voice, it eventually includes knowing and trusting yourself. To be nice is to apologize for existing. …what I still have to keep reminding myself every day […] is that “nice” and “kind” are such different concepts that they may as well be opposites.
You think they’re synonyms and you act like they’re synonyms, but the truth is that one turns outward, into the world as a positive force, and one turns inward, as a self-injury. As a dampening of the light. And I still sometimes have to get this basic on myself when I’m making choices: Am I being Nice, or am I being Kind? Because I think I am a very kind person, a compassionate person, but I wouldn’t — and I don’t think anyone who’s ever met me would — ever call me Nice.
If they sell you the idea that Nice is a virtue, they can intimidate you with the whole world; if you buy the idea that Nice is your virtue […] you can justify any cruelty you do. So whenever [we do] anything, Kind or even just Neutral, there’s still this inner voice going, “Was that nice? Am I still nice? Can I still think of myself as nice?”
To which voice I would very kindly reply: “Fuck off, Nice. This is my house. You weren’t born here, you were put here by my enemies to make me stupid and weak. Come back when you’ve decided to help. Because I have decided to help.”