Oh man, congratulations on coming to the decision that was best for you. Management is HARD! I left a high-ish paying job with a staff of 15 for something with no direct reports that pays less reports but has far less stress.

I see where you’re coming from. I follow the “shoot for the moon” line of thought. While we’ll never eliminate hatred completely, condoning it even a little might open the door for more. And that’s aside from the fact that I just won’t allow or condone it on principal.

Why do people end up with terrible bosses when they came off so great at the job interview?

Perfection.

I mean, if someone is literally incapable of not saying or doing racist things (I will never believe this unless the person is mentally disabled), then obviously I’d prefer that they say it. BUT they should never be beyond the reach of criticism, and I’ll continue to criticize them for it.

Or we could like not say racist things AND not kill black people. It’s not that difficult.

Or Obama or vaccines or whatever else we blame things on now adays.

Even then I have doubts.

I noticed that after the fact. Oh, why do I let myself get my hopes up?

I can’t watch the video because work, but this is one of my nightmares exactly.

On the plus side, she’s showing the other side of her face. Baby steps (sorry)!

I was feeling positive until she described her natural hair as ratchet. The appropriation of that word over others bothers me like nails on a chalkboard for some reason.

Same thing happens to me. I’m constantly unbolding when I copy a quote.

The dudes singing about dudes market is TERRIBLY underserved. WE CAN GET MARRIED NOW SOMEONE SING ABOUT IT ALREADY.

When guys do gender-flipped covers of songs, I find myself most appreciative when they do nothing to change the lyrics. It’s a simple way to respect the original message of the song, and the progressive ‘give-no-fucks’ attitude about it from the artist is so sexy.

I’ve been out of college over a decade and I still have recurring nightmares about not being prepared for finals. Will I never be free?

I never thought of retaking classes before for art and music but that makes so much sense. At first I was like, how long is it taking you to learn these math formulas?

Pierce?

Maybe they were donated? It’s NY, and god forbid someone had last year’s furniture.

If these women just shut up, obeyed their husbands, and made babies like they’re supposed to, there wouldn’t be any problems!