I’M NOT CRYING ITS JUST REALLY DUSTY IN HERE.
You have to be the type of person completely oblivious to how your actions affect others. Like people who stop in front of revolving doors or at the top of escalators.
I would think something like this would be the whitest possible tweet:
Yeah, fuck that noise. Yankee Candles ARE expensive candles, ffs.
Shout out to all my fellow Jezzies who read “inexpensive Yankee candles” and thought about how you only get Yankee candles when they're on the clearance endcap at TJ Maxx.
Again, as terrible as this is; on some strange level I find it heartening (in terms of how far we have come): these sort of little ad hoc comments were routine in the seventies, and if you didn’t laugh, you had no sense of humour. Glad that they now bring some sort of official censure.
“Has anything good ever come out of drinking other than sex with a pretty girl?”
He got the medieval part right.
Fuck that, he was a child predator who used the police resources and pretexts to prey on children.
Yeah, you have your virgin name and then you take your husband’s name, because you are now no longer your dad’s property, you are your husband’s and he gets to fuck you. Granted that he paid your dad a fair price of two goats and three sheep (adjust as needed). Incredibly romantic, I must say.
My paternal aunt addressed a Christmas card to Mrs. Spike McDuff this week, and I was ticked. My name is Azura Bronwyn, always has been, even after I married 2 years ago. One who has known me my entire life has to do literally nothing new to correctly address me. And yet, I lose my identity and become an extension of…
We just gave them my husband’s last name. Tradition was easiest there. Again, primary motivation for me = laziness. Hyphens are annoying, and I didn’t really care about passing on my last name.
I wish I kept my last name - Stalker. My husband likes that we share his last name since he a romantic (a quality I love), but I kinda miss having a name people looked twice at.
A better world through laziness. Now that’s activism I can get behind. Sorta.
I tried to talk my partner into taking a neutral last name (neither his nor mine), but he didn’t like my suggestion: Poodlewrangler.
Look, all I know is that if I ever got married you could bet I would put my foot down and make sure that we honored tradition by my wife taking my name or my name isn’t Bears.
Considering the falling birthrate Japan ought to be bending over backwards to accommodate women who want to be working mothers. But the patriarchy never sleeps I guess.
Many women, however, would consider this transition a mark of progress. And for those who must maintain two names—one professional, one married—repealing the current law would mean no longer living with two separate identities.