Yea well she gave my pads wings *and* a sticky underside so watch out.

SO GOOD

Oh, fun fact: when my ex was a kid, his father left his mother for another woman, and told the other woman the entire time that he was already divorced. Like father, like son, eh?

Meh. I had an open relationship with a dude, told him all he needed to do was 1] tell them about me and 2] not make it my business unless he met someone he wanted to get serious with so we could work on schedules and boundaries. Then, a year into it, I found his OKCupid account listing himself as single and looking…

This. This this and also this.

How do you feel about people walking in with a notepad of questions or notes? As an interviewee, I’ve done it on a couple of interviews, but couldn’t get a read on their reaction.

No kidding. I really do value an honest answer to the fairly boilerplate “what does an average day look like?” and I am OH SO TIRED of the inane responses I get to that. “No day is average”. Really? People here just fly by the seat of their pants every day? Every single day?

I do this too. And if my questions actually are answered over the course of the interview, I hold up my pad and show them the check marks and notes next to my questions.

And how is it not a fire hazard?!

To help you with that reach.

Tupac in Fresno? FresYES!

I just bristle at the idea that certain of people should have access to a “more comfortable” environment to administer rape kits than the average person.

I wish. If what’s-her-name from Reddit couldn’t cobble together a legal team crack enough to prove systematic discrimination against women (or at least favoring men) at REDDIT, I guarantee my “I can only afford to represent myself” ass wouldn’t be able to make a dent in the law’s perception of my company. :-\

Yea. Recently I was turned down for a promotion in part because “people” think that “underneath it all” I have a “negative outlook”. I mean, I’ve attempted suicide twice, and I take drugs just to get out of bed in the morning — you bet I have something sullen simmering under the surface. I guess occasionally having a…

OT but I love your username.

It’s possible. I used to participate a lot in protests and other forms of more in-your-face/antagonistic activism, and after about seven years of frequently being teargassed, flash banged, pepper sprayed, hit with batons, and thrown in jail, just hearing about a protest on the news, or even hearing a helicopter…

Ohhhh, it still happens. At work we were talking about the rising popularity of the portmanteau “manny” (yanno, male nanny, aka ... nanny) when someone asked, totally sincerely, “is there a nickname for when a guy, like, babysits his kids?” I shrieked... “UM....’THE FATHER’?”

If it makes you feel better, at 17 I wrote this entry-level second-wave feminist dismissal of Eminem and how he is perverting the minds of youth. I actually say perverting. And pretty much every other sentence starts with, essentially, “kids these days.” Most embarrassing, I quote Eminem lyrics that don’t actually…

Folks can also intern at a major music metadata company (like the unnamed one I work at in Emeryville, CA) and make more than full-time salaried employees, which makes said employees feel awesome when they are living in Vallejo because that’s all they can afford and the interns are yuckin it up in ~the city~~~. And…