because do you know what every set of instructions for measuring to find your bra size says? “Wearing a comfortable, properly-fitted bra…” OH WELL GEEZ THEN, I WONDER WHAT TO DO IF THE WHOLE REASON I WANT TO KNOW IS THAT I HAVEN’T FUCKING GOT ONE OF THOSE. And then, once my mom pointed out that being early-twenties, the difference between wearing-a-bra and not-wearing-a-bra is probably insignificant for purposes of this test, I took my measurements and tried to find them on a size chart. Guess what, guys! If your ribcage is less than 32 inches around, you are SOL on that! Apparently, I don’t fucking exist! Then, I decided to use the bra size calculator some sites have. AHAHAHA NO. While I am not planning on showing any pictures of my chest with or without clothes, I’m pretty damn sure I’m neither a d-cup nor a dd-cup. Seriously. Not a large person. Also not a person who can FIND A FUCKING BRA. And you know how this started? Trying to find a SPORTS bra - which you’d think would be easier! But nooooo. Sports bras? Come in either regular bra sizes, which tend to be HIGHLY variable by manufacturer (and style and individual garment and, oh, roughly EVERY FREAKING OTHER FACTOR), or in small, medium, and large. And how do you know whether you are a small or a medium? Why, there is a sizing chart! IT SAYS IF YOU HAVE SIZE 32 A THROUGH 34 B LOOK IN COLUMN 1, ETC. ONCE AGAIN, BRA MANUFACTURERS, WHAT IF YOU DON’T KNOW YOUR FUCKING BRA SIZE, AND ALSO DON’T FIT IN TO YOUR USELESS FUCKING MEASUREMENT SYSTEM. AAAAAAAAARGH.
WHO WROTE WHAT BIT?
Ah. Another tricky one. As the official Keeper of the One True Copy, Terry physically wrote more of Draft 1 than Neil. But if 2,000 words are written down after a lot of excited shouting, it’s a moot point whose words they are. And, in any case, as a matter of honor both of them rewrote and footnoted the other guy’s stuff, and both can write passably in the other guy’s style. The Agnes Nutter scenes and the kids mostly originated with Terry, the Four Horsemen and anything with maggots started with Neil. Neil had the most influence on the opening, Terry on the ending. Apart from that, they just shouted excitedly a lot.
The point they both realised the text had wandered into its own world was in the basement of the old Gollancz books, where they’d got together to proofread the final copy, and Neil congratulated Terry on a line that Terry knew he hadn’t written, and Neil was certain that he hadn’t written either. They both privately suspect that at some point the book had started to generate text on its own, but neither of them will actually admit this publicly for fear of being thought odd.
Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch (2006 edition) - appendix by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman (via horriblybookish)
whenever i have those brutal searing being-dissolved-from-inside period cramps during school or work i pretend i am a viking warlord who has been stabbed in the abdomen but i killed the assailant so i’m the only one who knows im injured and i have to carry on normally til the end of the battle to keep up my mens morale
Anxiety & Helping Someone Cope. I didn’t want to make it overwhelming or too long remember, so I kept it to the main points that benefit me greatly when I’m experiencing an attack. 40 million of Americans alone suffer with anxiety; it’s a horrid feeling when you know someone just wants to help you but you cannot even construct a simple sentence at the time, so please share this in hope that it benefits even just 1 person. Muchos love.