So apparently the big news story this week is that a woman sat on a couch in a funny way, and we're outraged over it.
I refuse to cover this story. Here's my hot take: It's a goddam couch. Shouldn't you be more worried about the meeting that's going on than the fact that there's a woman on a couch?
And stop making Brazzers jokes. You know there'd be a race to see if HuffPo or Jezebel or Refinery bloody 29 would call it slut-shaming if it were Debbie Wasserman-Schultz instead of Kellyanne Conway on the couch.
So instead, I bring you mountains. Gaze upon them, breathe in, breathe out, and bask in the tranquility.
Two miles above sea level, the air is very cold and very thin. You find yourself light-headed, and the cold doesn't bother you as much because of how dry it is. In the off-season like this, it's incredibly quiet. Nothing but the wind passing between the branches and leaves of the trees, and you can see forever. And yes, that's my finger in one of the shots. Sue me, I'm not a professional photographer.
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