THIS. I was telling a male friend last night that while it may not be “all men” it’s definitely “all women.” All women have a story of sexual harassment or assault. Every. Single. One. We aren’t alone.
THIS. I was telling a male friend last night that while it may not be “all men” it’s definitely “all women.” All women have a story of sexual harassment or assault. Every. Single. One. We aren’t alone.
You’re doing god’s work.
Doing my best to drive him right over the cliff with constant Twitter harassment.
Waiting for Google?
I have to do something amazing in the next four years so that I can loudly and publicly refuse to meet Trump.
I think I’d act like I was going to shake his hand and then do the “pull away at the last second and run hand through hair” while saying something about not shaking hands with nazis.
I recall when Obama was elected, some NASCAR drivers refused to meet him or accept his invitation to the White House. I can only hope that since only 19% of the country elected D. Trump, his first and only 4 years is marked by an unprecedented number of Americans refusing to meet or respect him.
I’d be excited by the chance to refuse to shake his hand. That would be fun. Actually meeting him? Not so much....
I’ve been thinking, in general, about the average people who get to meet the president. Usually it’s an honor, and is because you either did something cool or something terrible happened. I cannot imagine it being an honor to meet Trump, and I would be really pissed if my chance to meet a president happened and it…
The only reason I’d ever want to meet him would be to try to get in a knee to his junk before the secret service tackled me.
Love shurikens! Snowflake-shaped love shurikens! The whole thing takes place during Christmas. Postmodern Nora Roberts meets Shane Black.
Our in-laws speak the same language. They always complain about how small our apartment is when they come to stay with us :( Like, maybe the apartment wouldn’t feel so cramped if you guys would just go stay in a hotel instead of fussing around my shit?
My SIL constantly posts on FB and tells me through texts and emails about this juice that cures cancer. I had cancer. Juice does not cure cancer. I’m almost to the point of wishing cancer upon her so she can load up on juice and still have cancer.
My husband and I have a “evidence-based treatments only” policy for managing our son’s autism; otherwise the choices we would need to make over which treatments he should get would be overwhelming. As it is, it was hard to fit feeding therapy into his already packed schedule this month (unlike you, he is profoundly…
I was on a date with a woman and we were talking about how I take antidepressants. She asked if I’d tried “healing my depression through alternative medicine”. I told her, “no, because if I tried ‘healing my depression’ through ‘alternative medicine’ my next step would be painting the walls with my brains.” I have…
K. One night she told one of our mutual friends what she was planning to wear to the wedding (!!!). She was very excited about the outfit she was planning for the wedding she was not welcome at. And my friend told her flat out “CauseAllThisConversatxn is gonna have your ass thrown out in front of everybody if you try…
OH, you gotta tell that part! How did she find out about the security; and what did she say when she did find out about it? Did she straight up admit she WAS going to crash the party?
My fear for you is that she would take over your wedding. Not necessarily with her presence, but your fears of what will happen and how to get around her difficult personality.
Autoplay is always a startling and obnoxious thing when multiple tabs are open. Always takes me a second to find the right one.
PREACH