Well I’m basically in love with this
Well I’m basically in love with this
If you are part of a privileged group and have to constantly demand that somebody in an oppressed group say “not all (insert privileged group here) are like that”
what you are really demanding is that they reassure you that you’re not like that and you’re not being held accountable
which is a cowardly thing to do and also shows the great lengths you will go to in order to avoid examining your role in a toxic system
damn this is a good post
Adam and Evil by John Carlova. Cover illustration by Charles Copeland, 1958
The best thing is that these people are complaining that white people ruin everything and are the devil and only steal everything from PoC while 99% of them…
a wonderful compliment.
I lost my orgasm.
It’s gone. Cold gone. Thanks to Ami for pre-creating the space for me to even be here with this state of being.
I was acting all “Oh, whatevs, girl is okay w/that. It feels good to like you know, touch anyway.” But I talked to a new friend about relationship, the M…
Are you all reading the M Blog yet? If not, you should be!
I don’t know if you guys saw the episode of Kitchen Nightmares, or if you’ve seen anything from their facebook meltdowns. But Amy’s Baking Company in Scottsdale, Arizona openly admitted to stealing their servers tips! So if you could please publish this, it’s a link to a petition to get them investigated by the US Department of Labor, and hopefully the resulting legal action will ensure that everyone who worked there gets compensation for the lost tips.
Not only do they steal tips from the servers, they are verbally abusive to their staff and customers. This was all shown on the Kitchen Nightmares episode, as well as many reviews from people who’ve eaten there. I’m sorry that this isn’t exactly a Robin, but I’m hoping that if you guys publish it, it’ll get the remaining signatures it needs (which is about 800 more at the time of submitting).
Ramsay talked to a former waitress there, and the waitress said she’d seen 50 people come and go in her year and a half there. The husband admitted that it was more. So please, Robins, let’s help the Robins who suffered at the hands of Amy’s Baking Company hopefully get back the tips that are rightfully theirs!
[I also don’t know what to tag this as, but considering the verbal abuse I’m using the trigger and violence tags.]
YOU LITTLE PUNKS REALLY NEED TO FUCK OFF FOR ONCE. NEVER HAVE I OR MY HUSBAND STOLEN TIPS FROM OUR SERVERS. YOU ARE PART OF THE PROBLEM. YOU KNOW WHY DON’T YOU HAVE A CUPCAKE? YOU’RE TOO BUSY WASTING YOUR LIFE AWAY ON TUMBLR NOT HAVING A REAL JOB. BIG WOW KIDDO. I’LL BE SURE TO ALERT THE POLICE AND FBI COMPUTER CRIME UNIT OF THIS BLOG AND HAVE IT REMOVED. HAVE A FUCKING GOOD DAY.
Is this really a thing that is happening
Oh man I bet the FBI COMPUTER CRIME UNIT can’t wait to hear about this.
This is the hilarious trainwreck that never ends.
I was explaining to a friend how having licenses for sex workers means there would be a list of sex workers somewhere, and having a list of sex workers is a huge issue because it can be bought and sold, and suddenly all our real names and personal information is in the wrong hands.
She said “but the government and police would never sell that!”
I laughed, and then realized she was being serious. Then I kind of wanted to cry.
men at large feel like they are being robbed of something when an attractive woman with a 90% chance of developing breast cancer gets a double mastectomy
what better illustration of the male sense of sexual entitlement do you need
I’m operating on one hour of sleep. Between nightsweats, waves of overwhelming nausea, and having my face painfully stuffed with snot, it was pretty tough to actually get some rest last night. So.
In a typical effort to feel like I have control over a situation that is actually completely out of my hands, I have researched the side effects of smoking endlessly to figure out how long this is supposed to last and what the typical experience is for someone who was smoking about as much as I did on a regular basis.
Apparently, I could be this sick for another week, or another month. Another. Month.
This morning I was genuinely worried I was going to vomit in bed. That’s how bad the nausea is.
The minute, and I mean truly, the minute, that I start feeling like I can breathe enough to do more than putter around the house, I’m getting my ass to the gym.
Endorphins. I need them.
You know what’s hard about quitting smoking? It’s not even the nicotine craving!
It’s the incredibly painful nasal congestion, sore throat, and perpetually dry mouth. Foggy head.
What I meant to do the morning of my second full day without smoking:
What actually happened:
I basically slept, slept, slept some more, had some desperate we-have-no-food-in-the-house food (read: ate dry ramen), showered in hopes it would help (not really), finally ordered udon and prayed that soup would save the day.
Dear god, if this doesn’t clear up by this weekend I’m going to hate everyone and possibly start smoking again out of spite.
— When comments are better than the article, Atlantic edition (“The Cheapest Generation: Why Millennials arent’ buying cars or houses, and what that means for the economy”)