Use whatever semantics you want, it shows poor professional judgement on both their parts.
Use whatever semantics you want, it shows poor professional judgement on both their parts.
LOL! I missed that part when I read the comment the first time.
I didn't read that as sexually objectifying, so much as only including people you feel comfortable being in a less formal setting with.
I can't believe she found someone willing to represent her.
Me too!
That's just incredibly fucked up; I'm so sorry.
I had a similar reaction reading this. Like you, I don't necessarily fault Anna or think she was being especially insensitive or overly-sensationalizing - I think it's to Sasha's credit that she is able to speak so openly & articulately about her experience as a whole (as well as her ability to stay on point) that…
I want to echo what Beatrice_Swans_Busy_Bee said. I came down here to leave a similar comment, but can't quite articulate the awe, compassion & respect I felt for you reading this article, so I'm going to borrow her words.
I feel like I just saw that in a movie or TV show. Now I can't remember what its was.
We kept kosher (separate plates/silverware for meat & dairy, only kosher meats & food marked "kosher") at home, but when we went out (or went camping) we could eat whatever we wanted. (Grandma didn't keep kosher, which meant BLTs at her place).
Same here. My friends get all weepy over emotional stories about the kindness of strangers, or a kid hearing for the first time, etc. and I feel like the Grinch - no feels.
I had co-workers invite me at the last minute once, but I hadn't expected to be invited & things were transparent enough that it didn't feel awkward.
Mayo is the devil's seed.
Why are you in the grey zone?
That reminds me of the message that pops up during checkout at PetSmart (or PetCo): Do you want to help a shelter animal today? [yes] [no]
I do too - but it's only at certain times of year. My allergist said it's probably Oral Allergy Syndrome associated with pollen allergies.
I actually like mine with a touch of Sriracha.
My dad could not figure out what was wrong with the air purifier that was causing it to make a weird sound several times a day.
All I know is he posed for some pictures with puppies, which makes him OK in my book.
If mayo is the culmination of the pro-choice movement, I may have to rethink my stance on abortion.