I am in the process of getting chased out of my own city by a small but influential group of people who have not taken kindly to my seeing through their charade to the [literal] sociopaths within, and hearing that in at least one instance people like that have burned themselves down in the process makes the whole…

One of the most shocking moments of my life was when one of my conservative middle-aged coworkers recognised and translated my tattoos when we were sharing the elevator. Now whenever we bump into each other we have a mini geek-out session in the hallways.

That monologue was the stuff careers are made of. I would have sold my soul for something like that when I was still acting. Capaldi nailed it, too—the perfect combination of Doctor-tastic scenery-chewing and heart-wrenching sincerity.

The current season has been refreshing indeed. I’m enough of a die hard fan that I have quotes from the show in circular Gallifreyan tattooed on my body, but the Moffat era has had me reconsidering my dedication. I honestly just hate the writing of both him and his cronies [Mark Gatiss, Neil Cross, etc.] and was…

Horseradish can indeed strip paint! We grow the stuff, and every year around christmas my dad mixes up a few batches of various horseradish sauces to give to relatives ranging in severity from 98% pure grated horseradish to basically sour cream with a bit of horseradish in. Dad’s a tough guy with enormous tolerance…

THIS. I was a late bloomer, but I bloomed spectacularly and went from flat to a frankly ridiculous 32G in the span of a couple of years in my early 20s. Since then, my life has been one unending stream of accidentally knocking things over with my still-unfamiliar chest volume and turning my bras into overpriced crumb…

ALWAYS. It’s a little ridiculous. I’m honestly a pretty loosey goosey vegan—I’m willing to make compromises for the people I love most, and my goal as far as my public presentation of my veganism is less about uncompromising ethical purity and more about making “reducing harm to animals” seem like an easy and flexible…

Hello, I’m vegan and I’m pretty sure I’m not a sanctimonious asshole, give or take the “wah wah someone made me question the moral choices I never put the time into thinking critically about and now I’m transmuting my guilt and confusion into anger” factor.

That’s a weird and kinda baseless generalization to make. I’ve been either vegan or vegetarian for a little over 8 years, but I still haven’t developed a strong aversion to meat or animal products, I simply abstain from them on ethical grounds. I wouldn’t ever ORDER a pepperoni pizza in order to pick off the…

I’ll stand with you in solidarity for a ridiculously oversensitive nose. I avoid places like candle aisles at stores like the plague, but on the rare occasion I have to pass near or through them, I’ve been known to pull out my party trick of closing my eyes and pointing to which shelf holds which scent of candle.

Becaus…

That’s it in a nutshell. I’ve been vegan for a little over a year after being vegetarian for around 7 years before that. I’m not particularly preachy, though I am up-front about my lifestyle choices so the people around me can be informed enough to make decisions with me in mind if the situation arises. I’m involved…

Where I live, pretty much all our burger joints are owned and largely staffed by Greeks. We actually don’t even really HAVE burger joints, we have either burger joints that serve Greek food or Greek restaurants that serve burgers. If you want a burger in this town, you’re either getting it from a fast food place or…

This is actually A Thing in my family. Both my parents and my aunt and uncle are HUGE wine people. We live in Utah, my aunt and uncle live in WA. Throughout the year they keep each other updated on what wines they’ve found locally either in stores or at wineries, place orders with each other, and once a year or so we…

This was my childhood cat too. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING, could keep her away from butter. This was a cat that would wait for us to plop down some butter on our pancakes and then perform a flying leap over the breakfast table, snagging the chunk of butter as she passed by. She learned how to open every butter dish…

My boyfriend is like that, too. He’s going to have a shitty [literally] day if he consumes a mushroom, but he can contentedly pick them off my half of the pizza without worrying about cross-contamination. Luckily, his are easy—mushrooms and strawberries. It’s pretty simple to avoid dishes containing either, so it’s…

I can’t tell you how relieved I am to know that I am not alone in this practice.

I have, perhaps once or twice in my life, found myself in this situation in an emergency, at which point I get ready to eat whatever the cooks are willing to make me and pony up a tip that’s closer to 100% than 20%, because if I get paid time and a half to stay late at my job, servers deserve at least that much for…

I would actually be VERY interested in what your boss or other consulted parties have to say on this subject. Keep us updated if you figure anything out?

While I usually consider BCO comments sections to be so golden that I usually wait til Tuesday just to get more comments, I tend to avoid them like the plague on server revenge weeks. I like my catharsis without a side of self-righteous assholes with internet connections.

Lots of reasons, I suspect. Service workers don’t know it constitutes assault, don’t have the opportunity to call the police, don’t have managers or work environments that would support them if they did...I imagine it overlaps a lot with the reasons servers rarely get the opportunity to call out shitty customers.

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