You know, funny story: There’s this craft store called Michaels. Look, my sister knits, and she goes to Michaels. So my sister called me and she’s like, “Oh my god, I’m at Michaels, picking up yarn. You have a poster at Michaels.” I’m like, “What?” She’s like, “There’s a poster, there’s a Falcon poster at Michaels.” I’m like, “Holy s**t!” She’s like, “I’m gonna come and pick you up, and we’re gonna see your poster in this store.” So she picks me up and we go to Michaels.
We go in, and I see the poster and I’m like, “Oh, this is….” She’s like, “I know, I know.” I said, “I’m gonna sign these posters.” I was like, “That would be amazing, you buy a poster and it’s like, actually signed by the Falcon.” Like, it would blow my mind. So I go to the front, I buy a Sharpie, I run back to the back of the store. And she’s like, “I’m gonna take a picture of you signing it.”
I’m in this store and I’m signing all the posters. The manager comes out, he’s like, “Hey, whatcha doing?” I was like, “Oh man, I’m signing these posters so when people buy ‘em, they’re signed.” He’s like, “Well, people are not gonna buy ‘em if they’re signed.” And I was like, “No, no, no, it’s cool. I’m pretty sure there won’t be a problem.” And he goes, “Yeah, but it is gonna be a problem, you’re messin’ up my inventory.” And I’m like, “No, my man, trust me. I mean, I’m the Falcon, that’s me!” And he goes, “Yeah, right. You’re gonna buy those posters.” I said, “What?” He’s like, “You’re gonna buy all those posters or I’m gonna call the police.”
He rolls up all the posters and goes to the front of the store. And I had to buy like 60 Falcon posters that I signed in Michaels.
-Anthony Mackie getting in trouble for signing his posters at a Micheals (x)
Anthony Mackie is a gift to all mankind.
anybody think the manager would have reacted this way to RDJ? ‘Cause I’m going with a no.
And the truth of the matter is, in reality I would probably be the most incoherent, most nonthreatening fan were I to come face-to-face with Ben. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go atone for my sins and clean my flat. (I think they just upgraded my condo in hell to a full-blown mansion with this one.)
This has probably been posted so many times but I’m so sick of this shit.
I’ve been relatively skinny and tiny all my life. 5’0 and 85 pounds (38.5 kg for everyone on the metric system). Never had an eating disorder or anything like that. I just have a lightning fast metabolism which is really not such a hard concept to grasp. Yet on a weekly damn near daily basis I get told I need to eat a burger or I need to go get some Mcdonalds. I even got referred to the guidance counselor. In school I got mandated to the weight room because I’m “under weight”. It makes me feel like utter shit.
Why is it ok to tell a skinny person to go eat something while it’s like a fucking war to tell a curvier (I don’t want to say the f word cause it’s really rude) to stop eating or go on a diet? Better yet why are woman putting each other down twice as much as men? An example would be that “If you’re thin you can’t get in” picture. How the hell is that socially acceptable? What ever happened to if you don’t have anything nice to say don’t say it at all? Can’t we all just agree body shaming of any shape or form is a dick move and cut it out?
Sometimes we can’t help how we are and that goes for all body types. In an ideal world we love ourselves however we are. It’s incredibly hard to do that with society telling us we have to look this way and that way to be desirable. Not every skinny person is anorexic and not every curvy person is obese, crazy right?. That’s a totally separate problem. The body shaming has to stop. It’s just mean and makes people feel horrible and puts them at risk for various eating disorders.
Just don’t be a dick.