The wider stereotype of “sexy-girl-hero” and “tough-guy-hero” is there, but often ignored. I’m not sure if this is a recent change, or something that’s always happened, but the crowd don’t give a fuck that they’re supposed to be damsels in distress or troubled war heroes. It’s. Great.
Today, my little-big dog Sirus passed on. There’s not much more you can say about the love of a dog, or the joy they bring, sadness they absorb and prevent. Sirus was a good dog, a great dog, and I’m sad he’s not around no more, but lucky and glad he ever was. See you, mate.