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This is very powerful. I followed your thread on Twitter and it broke my heart. As an Indian-American woman I’ve experienced so much of what you describe here, including being told I had a “chip on my shoulder” for asking for a raise to bridge a small part of the $40,000 salary gap between me and the white man who had

Thank you. This person is unfit for the job if their pressure limit is set to Average Service at a McDonalds.

I lived at home with my parents, sister, and her 3 kids for a year after I graduated from college. The house is big and old, with lots of holes for various creatures to enter the house through. We had a rat infestation and were trying to get it under control. The rat traps were not killing the rats, so my dad started

This was grad school, Champaign-Urbana, IL, probably 2007. Back in the Gawker days. I was riding my bike down the street and I see this squirrel running across, from the opposite side, towards me. I have barely a second before I realize we’re on a collision course so I speed up.

Right?!! Same here! I’m not a conspiracy theorist by any means, but IMO, sulfates and dimethicones are the biggest scams in the beauty industry. They’re a really cheap way for companies to make a product seem like it’s working well. And of course a stylist usually has no problem recommending that shit— one or the

One time I decided to trim my own bangs and I ended up snipping off half my right eye eyelashes to nubs. I would love to say this happened in high school or college, but it was like 3 years ago when I was 35.

As the result of one unfortunate salon visit with a stylist who poorly skilled and also a poor communicator, I suddenly looked 20 years older... and very Republican. About 10 years ago I decided to have my long, nearly waist length hair cut into a just above the shoulder lob. But because the person in the chair next

Hell, today you need go no further back than a few weeks to when an armed mob invaded the Michigan capital - then point out that the Minneapolis looters weren’t even armed... but for some reason the Michigan scofflaws were not gassed, shot or arrested... hmmm...

Give the police an excuse to use force?  The citizens peacefully protested the first night after the murder, and were met with teargas and forcibly dispersed with no goals being accomplished.  They came back and started burning shit down and oh look, the cop got arrested.   I say the rioting worked.  

The lies are as obvious as they are endless. 

The attitude that led to the murder of George Floyd is not an outlier, it is a basic part of police identity. There is a reason that George Floyd’s murderer felt comfortable, with a crowd of people standing around, FILMING, as he murdered George Floyd, and there is a reason his fellow officers stood around, more

“Okay, the Minneapolis PD have lost control of the situation, send in the state patrol to help quiet things down.”

My worst roommate ate through ALL my food (literally everything, including condiments, leftovers, food my parents made for me for my birthday, etc) and replacing a few select things only when confronted. She would get drunk with her coworkers and be carried into the apt projectile vomiting and I would put her in

If it helps, I also had a weird experience with a friend’s husband not liking me after one meeting. It wasn’t a long-time friend like yours, but someone I liked and trusted. My husband and I had dinner with my friend and her husband on two occassions. I remember absolutely nothing remarkable about either evening, just

One of my best friends from high school went on to the same college as me. We decided to live together for our third year, sharing a room in my apartment because it was right next to campus.

Um, okay. Mine isn’t a fireworks blowout, but just sort of sad. Friend and I met as freshman roommates, and we remained roommates throughout college. Went to each other’s homes for vacations, etc. Really close friends. After college, friend moved overseas for a job, and I stayed for grad school, but we saw each other

My mom died a week ago tonight.  She was full of wisdom and sage advice that was stolen from her as she died slowly from cancer.  The path forward is uncertain and unfathomable, but I hope I can remember all she taught me and pass on all the advice and truths she bestowed upon my sisters and me to our kids.  

These are the same people overdosing on opiates, committing suicide, and shooting up the school when someone is mean to them. They have excuses for everything and turn every topic into one about themselves.

*Yawn* I’m not Black. And you’re not intimidating.

There’s nothing I could do to you that life already hasn’t done. You’d have been better off being a stain on your grandad’s sheets.