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I am a sales director and I lead a team of about 100 people. One of the things that I am proud of is that I have helped two women who work for me leave abusive spouses. I have strategized, supported, and done everything I could to not only say I believe you but put the full weight of my authority into making it

86% of people who burn down their home with a turkey fryer voted for Trump. The other 14% would have voted for Trump, but forgot to register to vote.

Yes, yes. Let’s start a Dip Party (political, that is)—the platform will just be dips. Health care policy = eat more dip. Foreign policy: import other countries’ dips. Economic policy: everyone will have a job making dips and all financial institutions will manage money but also serve dip. Education policy: teach the

I made an account just to say this thread is the first thing that has actually make made me laugh out loud, like, a full belly laugh, since Tuesday. Also I just learned just how mature I am.

(I realize no one will see this. But thanks anyway.)

Thank you for this. I am a new-ish attorney and have been so so pessimistic about this profession. I needed to hear this today. I now have a 6 month gap between a fellowship and my clerkship (with a Bankruptcy judge which should be, uh...interesting given the market volatility). Maybe I’ll volunteer in that time— any

I am an attorney, and I’m with you! I feel such a huge burden and responsibility to use my powers to fight evil and injustice and hate and oppression. Now I just have to get my ass in gear and find a job.

Spent most of this morning alternating between numb shock and crying so hard I started dry heaving. Many in my office were openly weeping as well. I feel like the country I love so much has rejected me and everything I stand for. Contemplated moving away. Threw myself into my work, and avoided all news media the same

Me too!! I’ve been binge watching entire seasons because I’m so depressed about this election. My go to moments list is looooooong but off the top of my head: “just stand there in your wrongness and be wrong,” “...your weekly meeting of the ignorant tightass society...,” all of Dead Irish Writers, all of In Excelsis

I hate that. Because my personal life right now is sort of limited. It just makes me feel self-conscious to have to think of something to say without sounding like a complete loser.

I’ll have one more hour to have a beer and then randomly weep over the future of our land. There’s that.

As a Canadian, I, of course, can’t vote in the US elections that are only a few days away. That being said, if you do live in the USA, then all I want to say is: for the love of God vote!!!!! We simply can’t have somebody like Donald Trump in the White House. I don’t live in your country, but I am genuinely afraid

he... wrote his way out

Recently heard this from a trump voter, who tried to reassure me that trump presidency won’t literally flush America down the toilet.

I am having this weird reaction to this article as a happy spinster lady who has never wanted neither man nor child in my life (nor lady — I’m pretty sure I’m asexual! [We’re here; we don’t particularly want to fuck you; get used to it!]) and the reaction is this:

My one regret at this moment having no kids is knowing a bunch of really shitty people are breeding humans they will then raise to be shitty, and I have taken no part in balancing that out.

Pro-choice means that I support women’s choices about: having or not having children, having or not having sexual intercourse which could lead to pregnancy, with whom women choose to have any forms of sex (including but not limited to sexual intercourse that could lead to pregnancy), how to give birth or avoid having

“That was *my* wife you decided to-” “fuuuuuuuuuuuu...”

Dear Sir,

As someone with fetishes, I feel like I can be my truest self by sharing as little with my family as possible.

When Prop 8 was on the ballot here in California, one of my neighbors was a supporter. I’d have to walk past his Yes on 8 signs every time I took my dog for a walk. Which means I passed his front door at least a hundred times with a baggie of warm dogshit in my hand, and every single time was able to resist from