But what if it’s good? What if there’s more to it than is assumed?
But what if it’s good? What if there’s more to it than is assumed?
I wasn't going to say it...
We should, from here on out, refer to them as “Waterford Wives.”
My objection is to the entitlement. I like dogs. Not everyone likes dogs, and that’s valid. Let’s be honest here, large dogs in the subway are almost never in carriers or bags—you know, like the one in the picture linked from the article, which this entire story is about.
It’s the subway, not your living room, stop trying to take over every public space with your personal nonsense.
slow, fucking, clap
The problem is that not everyone is down with your dog, and they aren’t really supposed to be on the subway in the first place--it’s like children in bars. Take your kids--and your dog--to the park where they belong.
Your stupid take is stupid.
Honestly, I love dogs, but this is some new New York gentrifier shit of the highest order.
You order another drink and drop one toonie in the coin jar.
Because people working in coffee shops are mostly white, college educated, and accordingly entitled.
This can be true but first, the context is totally different. If two people worked in the same office and each, one white and one black each had cornrows, and only the black person was given shit about it, that would clearly be discriminatory. Kim Kardashian can do what she wants because she’s Kim Kardashian and not…
What is this they cannot wear in public nonsense? Frankly, we need to get over this kind of pettiness.
No. Most of the time it’s silly. Sometimes it’s not. That being said I understand where the feeling of resentment towards appropriators comes from.
Griezmann did not dive--he lost his footing and fell and the ref called it because there appeared to be contact from his angle. It was a bad call, but shit happens.
It is literally a minor crime.
Stupid take is exceptionally fucking stupid
Shut the fuck up. Your takes are stupid as shit.
“Em-bap-pay”
My eyes just rolled so hard they hit the back of my skull