“Believe me” is a terrible name for a memoir of any kind, unless maybe you are apiarist? Even then it’s a really lazy pun.

I’m truly sorry you went through that. Sadly much of corporate behavior can be summed up by the following exchange “dude that chick wants to bone me” “she doesn’t want to bone you. she just happens to be attractive” “she doesn’t ? Fuck that bitch then. Fucking whore. Skip her for promotion and see how she likes that…

I’m so lucky to work in a casual dress office. It was here that I made an amazing discovery: geeky graphic tees are the best camouflage because people see Totoro, the Tardis, Gir or whatever and are genuinely surprised when I wear a “real” top that I have huge tracts of land (despite the T-shirt I have with those…

Yup. I worked for two person consulting firm and my boss informed me one day that one of our clients, with whom he hung out socially, thought my breasts were too distracting for 7:30am meetings and asked him to tell me to “put them away.” I have 36G breasts. There is no hiding that and I’m not going to buy new clothes…

Absolutely, yes. FREE CAKE for Tom Servo’s mechanical heart, Flat Earth Truther and Alpinecheese; ZERO CAKE for the pathetic excuses for human beings that enable sexual harassers.

I don’t even try to hide my cleavage. It’s there. I don’t flaunt it, but there’s no hiding what is a major feature on me.

Yeah dressing professional with big boobs is a struggle because high necklines make your boobs look bigger, and regular necklines and have accidental cleavage at any moment.

I am so sorry that happened to you. People are the WORST.

Me too. As dorky as it may sound, putting on nicer clothes to go to work gets me in a good headspace for the day—but maybe that’s because I am all about the sweatpants when I’m not out and about (a look an ex-boyfriend charmingly referred to as “dirt squirrel”).

I cannot bear any kind of heel at all. The pressure on the ball of my foot makes it feel like the weave of my stocking/sock is being burned into it with acid. And most flats are horrible torture chambers not meant for the human foot. Sneakers in winter, sandals in summer.

Is there where I get to complain about how *after* I quit my job at Bank of America, I found out I was blocked from a promotion because, despite my boss, his boss, and several peers recommending me enthusiastically, the boss above them had an uncomfortable boner for me and said my attire was inappropriate?

I wear dresses, leggings, and flats because they are easier to put on. A couple of months ago my coworker asked if I constantly wore dresses as a “religious thing” which I found odd because the dresses I wear aren’t very conservative. Her eyebrows reached a new level when I explained that I do it because it is…

Well I am drafting an internalized bias presentation!

“You need to dress properly - it’s about respect!”

He’s a monster. A monster who was probably indoctrinated in racial hatred from a very young age and spent his miserable life surrounded by hateful, horrible people. I don’t say that to excuse the monstrous act he engaged in. Just to say that to raise a child to be so hateful and violent is a form of abuse in itself.…

I just keep cringing at the label name Kemosabe.

I kinda realized the same thing about ‘being an ally.’ Because I’m trying to see past and around my lens and privilege (white/mexi, straight, cis-male), I’m going to rub people the wrong way, including those with whose plight I’m trying to empathize. And the only thing I can do when that happens is to be open to the…

Pre-Raphaelites, man.

I always look like someone who ate toast in bed and just brushed out the crumbs before her boyfriend came back.

Korrasami was like a miracle of god but better. Frell Jesus walking on water or raising the dead, Legend of Korra made Korrasami real! Just thinking about it makes me happy. It is important to a lot of queer women.