…are you calling me fat?
WHY WOULD YOU ASK ME THIS AS AN ANON?
I LOVE THIS BUTT REVOLUTION <3 <3 <3
…this is the most amazing message I have ever received in my life. So, so, so, so much love.
Oh jesus christ, did the spambot just “call me maybe” me?
A fair few, but I’d feel more comfortable divulging that information to a non-anon. If you’d like to come off anon, I’d be happy to tell you!
Aww, spambot loves me back <3
To be honest, reblogging the quote was more a case of expressing my disbelief and horror at the possibility that someone who has given me so much joy through his work with various TV-shows could also be in such great need of a lesson in reality, than it was about hating on Moffat. I don’t, in any way, have anything against the man or carry with me an impression of him as the Master of Misogyny, and didn’t, even after that quote, carry with me that impression. I’m really glad that he might not have said it, of course, mostly for his sake, since I imagine that it must be harmful for your spine, having your head shoved up your bum like that. ;) But yeah, I am aware that he’s denied having said any of that, but thanks for pointing it out! I hope he isn’t one of the many, many men to actually (secretly, covertly, since their delightful masculinity is so suppressed by us needy women) sport these types of opinions, because it’d just be sad, you know? I mean, I’d still watch the shows and roll around in Sherlock/Watson-y goodness, guilt-and-fancy-free, but every once in a while, I might make a dejected face and put “make Moffat see the error of his ways” on tomorrow’s to-do list.
Anonymous Lincoln, NE. 1996
I lack creativity, 2011. Sharpie on drywall: 35 x 48 cm
In an attempt to abandon aesthetics, I lack creativity by Anonymous showcases an antiquated hieroglyph that has remained unchanged since the late 70s. Here, Anon makes a fascinating plea to retard human evolution and remind us what it may have been like to use a public restroom in 1983.