UGH. Working with a large volume of people is the worst because inevitably someone is going to condescend to you, or tell you to smile, or worse, (though you can have lovely conversations in between). I just this week had my last day working at a credit union where I dealt with all kinds of people, because literally…

It’s like none of these Educated Males realized that GBS was MOCKING this shit in Pygmalion!

Yes, somebody who works in one of the most FAMOUS MUSEUMS IN THE WORLD is clearly a moron who has never heard tell of this here learnin’ box called Skool! Thank you, benevolent savior, you’ve changed everything!

Had two very similar experiences while working retail. But I’ll share one that I only witnessed, as it was worse:

My co-worker, a college student, was ringing up a purchase for a mother and son. Mother turns to son, points to my co-worker, and says “See, this is why you should go to college. You don’t want to end up…

In an alt. reality, you look at him and say, “No actually. I only do this as a way of scouting out my next victims...” Then you hand him the tickets with a grin and tell him “I’ll be seeing you again later.”

When I was a maid someone said to me “but you’re white”. And I was like...imma go clean your toilet now. Which they had not flushed.

I think there’s a special, shitty Venn diagram of patronizing and negging that’s just anything that starts with “Wow, you’re so [blank] for someone who [blanks].” Though the main difference is that negging specifically relates to fucking with a person’s head to the point where they think they want to sleep with you,…

Ugh, boomer-aged male tourists are the worst. I occasionally get one who pries into my education level and then tries to offer me unsolicited advice, assuming I’m some lowly scullery maid or something. Actually, I run the place, I’m home by noon every day, and I have all the time in the world to work on my marginally…

i would have to guess because i dont see color

I find that most people who pine for the gritty and real New York of yesteryear are...not actually from New York.

I was born in Brooklyn in 1978. I never saw the desperate lows the city experienced in the 70s, but I remember much of the 80s well. It was a lot dirtier, and a lot more dangerous.

omg, that’s the best idea ever though. I now want to write to neighbors about their relentlessly bad architectural choices.

Never. At what point can we sit back and stop bending over backwards to make excuses for White folks?

WE HAVE FOUND RAFFEY.

I like it...it's fun

I thought that was just some hipster necklace before you told us that you rigged it. That photographer would have through a fit if he saw my "leg" bracelet.

We totally would have been friends in high school

Yeah, I totally would’ve . . . like, hung out with you.