god everyone at my fucking school thinks they’re a doctor. they’re like, “please stop calling me ‘yo homie’, it’s dr. michaels.” pfft, you teach anthropology, yeah i’m suuuure you can resuscitate someone with your powerpoints on participant-observation ethnographies in the 20th century.
"Went to the store, sat on Santa’s lap.
Asked him to bring my friends all kinds of crap.
He said all you need is to write them a song.
Now, you haven’t heard it yet, so don’t try to sing along.
No, don’t sing along.”