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I documented it & I’ll talk to my supervisor on Monday. As a former supervisor at my workplace, I know well how impotent our HR department is. It’s only a hostile work environment if I can establish a pattern of behavior by a person or persons that either actively or passively humiliates/intimidates/threatens/bullies

“If this country is so bad, then get the fuck out.”

It means that Trump was not the choice of the majority of American voters. It means that for the second time in 16 years, a Republican president has been chosen against the democratic will of the people. It means that Donald Trump cannot honestly claim a mandate to rule according to his whims. It means that calls for

No fucking shit.

Socks match pants. Shoes match belt. Duh.

Also, maybe you want to do a report on Trump wearing black socks with blue pants. I believe you want to match your socks to the suit pants, and while matching them with your shoes is OK, I guess, you’d think a billionaire president-elect would be looking sharper on his first trip to his new home.

No puppet.

Fuck this country for making Obama sit next to that orange piece of shit.

I am not bleeding from my eyes, I’m bleeding from my wherever.

Also, everyone read this:

I’ll get back to work. But, I’m not going to do the extra any more. You know, the way women get roped into coordinating office parties, or bringing in snacks, or developing ideas and having them credited to men, or doing someone else’s job for them in addition to my own because that’s expected of women. I’ll do my

One of my thesis advisors was with MLK on the Edmund Pettus bridge, and has the deep scar in the front of his skull to show for it. When I asked him about that day, he described getting beaten down by a police officer, laying in a bloody heap on the bridge. I said “Holy shit, what did you do?” He said “Got up, kept

I adore Sam Bee. But I’m also a black woman. I have off today and I’m spending it horizontal because I’m just not at back to work yet. I am tired and grieving and just sick right now. Tomorrow is another day. But today is still just as bad as yesterday, and the night before.

“I’m not actually to blame for this. I understand and share your anger.”

Hopefully today will be my first full day of work. Yesterday I was sent home, “not as a reprimand, but to calm down and get some perspective.”

I am 24 years old. The Lewinsky scandal is literally the first news story I can remember.

I think it was a two-for-one deal. People voted for the racism and the sexism was a bonus. Make no mistake, it’s not a coincidence that this is the result of the first presidential election without the voting protections we used to have. Voter suppression aimed at minorities is always helpful for white supremacy.

Don’t you remember the age old adage “he’s gone reasonable with power”, or maybe the related one, “absolute power always makes people more grounded, absolutely”?

I will have nothing but a giant middle finger for anyone that suggests we “need to put aside our differences and come together as a country.” NO. FUCK YOU. We aren’t divided on tax code or trade deal details. These are assholes who literally want to force me to carry out a pregnancy I might get from being raped, these

I have heard quite a few people express the hope today that trump will become less abhorrent after the inauguration and he was just putting on an act to get elected. Is this bargaining stage of the five stages of grief?