Hyphlosion

You don’t have to accept being called anything. Doesn’t have much use outside the Internet anyway.

You don’t say “That trans person over there” or “That cis chick over there” or “That gay dude over there.” You say their names. (Or “that person” if you don’t.)

Because no one is really going to care about my sexual orientation in a formal setting or when they come across me or another random person at the grocery store.

You can call me a leaf for all I care. We most likely won’t be seeing each other the next day anyway.

I like corn dogs.

Being miserable and treating other people like dirt is every N̶e̶w̶ ̶Y̶o̶r̶k̶e̶r̶ American’s God-given right.

That’s a very frogressive thing to say.

“Karen” has long since transcended past race and gender. I don’t care what you look like, it’s the attitude and the way you treat people that makes one a Karen.

You don’t have to be a white woman to have main character syndrome and act entitled to everything, treating people like dirt if you don’t get your way and climbing up the customer service ladder until you do, trying to get the people on the lower rungs fired because they told you no.
Or call the cops on someone in a park because you thought they were too loud with their skateboard. Or drop to the ground and scream “a [color] person is attacking me!” when you don’t like them walking their dog down the trail. Etc.

Guile’s Theme Goes with Everything was my all time favorite meme. Followed closely by Chuck Norris jokes.

These days I’m really into Bully McGuire.

Automatic win for Zero Sugar Slurm alone!