I had that shit pulled on me when I was working retail on Newbury Street in Boston, which meant there were entitled, rich suburban moms with their equally entitled kids buying stupid t-shirts that would fall apart after the first wash for $25 a pop. I was in grad school, as many, many people working retail in Boston…

xenophobic? xeno-fucking-phobic?! who the fuck are you?!

You can stop now, Midwestern Christians are not an oppressed group.

So she's nine now?

"In the '80s a sex-positive movement formed promoting women's agency - that sex work can be a good and powerful thing for women who want to do it."

"I sell monogrammed coffee thermoses"

Obviously the steak fajitas had not been grilled enough. The longer you grill them, the more tender they become. Look it up.

And the Oscar for Bestest Use Of A Kitchenette Inside Joke in a Horrible Customer Story goes to ...

Monogrammed Thermosery

Are you just picking words out of a hat at this point?

I work in film and TV and as such have had occasion to meet some big-timey actors. I used to pride myself on not getting flipped out or star-struck when I met a "name" - they're just doing their job and I'm just doing mine, ya know? Well, that bit of hubris bit me on the ass when I met Christopher Plummer on a set…

I think the current cast of 50 Shades of Grey could've benefited from modeling their performances on the dynamic of Christopher Pummer and Julia Andrews. The original rich-experienced-badboy making innocent-young-plucky-virgin blush film. You know Captain Von Trapp loves some BDSM style love. He will humiliate you…

I had (HAD being the operative word) a friend and former room mate who had the sweetest, most beautiful little tuxedo cat. When he met his future husband, they moved in together. Future husband had a leather couch. Insisted that former room mate declaw said tuxedo cat. I begged him not to, told him I would take…

I'm not being glib; seriously, fuck your couch. If you value your furniture, don't get cats. If you value your cats, stop having their fingers amputated up to the knuckle and trying to say "they're fine" because they have eventually adjusted to the deformity.

I don't like makeup, I just like a woman to have naturally red lips, pink cheeks, smooth skin tone, and long pretty eyelashes.

Ehh I don't think critiquing the rising prevalence of plastic surgery infringes on agency. I'm definitely 3/4th wave and we have a pretty good grasp on the failures of "choose your choice" feminism and why agency is never completely unhindered. Choices are not made in a vaccuum. Should we shame individual women for…

Good luck changing your girlfriend to suit your tastes, bro!

Maybe your girlfriend just likes wearing makeup. Makeup is eating pizza. No one really NEEDS pizza.

This kind of thing is why I don't understand the common third or fourth wave feminist position that we shouldn't criticize the prevalence of plastic surgery because it's "shaming"