Can anyone tell me what happened to the New Zealand leather jacket brand “Macalister”?
I can’t find a single shred of information on them online, the only proof I have that they existed is the ratty early ‘90s jacket I have sitting on my couch waiting to be done up, with a Macalister logo sewn into the hem
I feel like I’m going crazy, I know they were made in Christchurch but… beyond that, I’m stumped
there probably is an actual reason that im not aware of, but how did the scooperia also have the stuff for residence. why was there a bed in the ice cream shop
Talking to the vague idea of an invisible audience is so much easier than actually talking to a person. I can monologue as long as i want with no interruptions. It doesn’t matter that i type slow as hell. I control the topic of discussion. And i don’t have to react to anything or put the burden of reacting to what i say on someone else. They can if they want to. But they dont have to. Here it is. Go. Go my 3 AM ramblings. To the ether.
"This person has a secret onlyfans!" "This artist does NSFW commissions!" "This author writes porn on the side!" I cannot begin to tell you how swag and awesome that is.
The older I get the more I admire people who are earnestly, genuinely into whatever their thing is. I know it sounds like an annoying cliche but unless you're being cruel or hurtful there is really no need to be normal about things. The dude with the bad fake accent at the renaissance faire is having the time of his life. The people having photoshoots with their fashion dolls are loving it. The old lady with a yard unreasonably full of tacky ass lawn ornaments is having a blast, HOA be damned.
Don't waste your time being too cool to have fun, y'know?
hate when you find a character whose so infuriatingly Your Type that its embarrassing like yeahg no one is gonna be surprised when i announce this is my new Guy Of The Month
the older i get and the closer i am to reaching 30, the more the people around me try to deny me my age. it’s a constant ‘oh you’re just turning 29 again teehee 🤭’ or ‘dont tell your SO that, he’ll leave you for a younger model 😉’ and i just???? hate it?????????
i spent my entire teenaged years fighting for my life. i crawled through the deepest pits of my depression to cling to the promise of a life beyond that pain. i was so convinced that i was going to die young, that i would never see the grace of my age starting with a 2, let alone 3.
so im going to turn 30, and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do to stop me from loving it.
Sometimes I wish we would start calling out the performative radicalism on this site for the poser bullshit it is. "Remember, it's always morally correct to kill a cop!" "Don't forget to firebomb your local government office!" "Wow, it sure would be a shame if these instructions on how to make a molotov cocktail got spread around!"
Okay. But you're not killing cops or firebombing government offices. You are posting on a dying microblogging website to a carefully-curated echo chamber that has radicalized itself into thinking that taking the absolute most extreme position on any subject is praxis but that anyone discussing the most practical way to effect actual change is your sworn enemy. You do not have the street cred OR the activist cred to be talking about killing cops, babe.