Is it bad that I'm a POC and I don't care for Black History Month? I just feel like there are far more productive things we could be doing that don't involve setting aside one month where society makes half-assed attempts at having Black people be the subject of trivia.

We need more ritual. The only huge celebration we have between our birth and our death is marriage, and that's bullcrap. We should pick a birthday to tout with as much importance as a marriage (50 makes sense). We should celebrate a vocational milestone, or at least have an all-out retirement party. We need to do more…

Ha! That's what I thought. I already love my cats more than most humans. I have enough cat ashes in the closet to make a fricken' bracelet. #diehardcatlady

YOUR FACE IS A MONSTROSITY

Murrell' writing on this matter is superb. It really drives home the sadism of men like this. What do they fantasize will happen if women who know they do not want a developmentally disabled child, or who are pregnant with a fetus doomed to early and painful death can't abort? How does this play out in their hallmark…

lol is now reserved for assholes. It's like the battle-cry of the loon.

It wasn't until my father lost his job when I was a kid that I finally got schooled in the "live below your means" philosophy. Some debt is inevitable in life. Managed debt isn't that bad. Most people can't buy a house with cash, but if you manage house payments, it's acceptable debt.

None of those jobs are safe. Ask a government employee what a furlough is. Doctors get bought out by hospitals. Unions have some protection, but that's still no guarantee. The best you can do is know your options and shore up your defenses if the wind starts blowing the wrong way. I agree no job is ever safe. …

Your mother sounds like my mother; I cut her out of my life when I was 16 (I lived with my father) and asked her for an apology for the beatings and neglect that she inflicted upon me. Her response was basically a shrug that I could visualize over the phone. I just had to get on with life knowing that there would be…

His name was Javier and I met him when I worked at the bookstore in college. He was super hot, but that's because all he cared about in the world was his body. Good for him! Good for him. But between working out and moisturizing and hair care and trimming and and and, there was...not much left. But super hot and…

I'm gonna need you to put this on a bumper sticker and a T-shirt.

I work at a pizza place (higher end, but still pizza) and the drivers do NOT make that much. Minimum wage + tips, and they have to pay for their own gas, car maintenance, insurance, and parking meters when they're waiting for orders to be ready for delivery. And the stories they tell are AMAZING (as in, I am amazed…

You know what? This "happy ending" is like when the town gets together and raises money for George Bailey instead kicking Mr. Potter's ass to kingdom come and stealing the bank deposit back from his safe.

Humiliating and screwing a pizza delivery guy for a few bucks. Unbelievable. But you know, with all the the exposure this has given F N R Auto Sales - they just may experience a denial of delivery service from anywhere within a hundred miles of their car yard. Sure hope so.

Mine faded finally after (mumblety) years of being out of the industry. But I have never seen anything nearly that hardcore.

To deprive someone of education is virtually a guarantee that they will be enslaved in some manner, whether they are owned outright, or merely trapped in a paradigm, a point of view of the world, that has been spoon-fed to them, which benefits only others, and which they haven't the critical thinking skills to escape.…

I work with people AALLLLLLLLL day. I have a finely developed appreciation for people who take no shit from those people and a keen respect for management that doesn't throw itself into every mud puddle so the customer can walk all over them and their staff. The customer isn't always right. Sometimes the customer is a…

Thank you, but not really...

I am not doing the toss bc the only single women attending are older women. Though, I wouldn't mind seeing my 90 yr old grandmother dive for it in hopes of husband #6.

The tradition needs to be changed into an ACTUAL game. So after the wedding all the pews/benches are cleared out, and the recently marrieds stand at midfield with the bouquet substitute. Any couples cogregate opposite the altar, and any singles can grab a best friend or cute guy/girl from the audience. The bouquet is…