This is a pet peeve of mine too. Let's ignore the awesome no-meat options in every cuisine around the globe and instead try to vaguely approximate the few things vegans don't want to eat anyway.
This is a pet peeve of mine too. Let's ignore the awesome no-meat options in every cuisine around the globe and instead try to vaguely approximate the few things vegans don't want to eat anyway.
Meh, maybe a little jelly, but not off. I am not against cosmetic work, if I ever have the time and money, there are a few procedures I would consider having done. She made herself look like an entirely different person and it is strange. Her body, her money, her choices. Saying that she made herself look like…
It's extraordinarily skilled work and does look surprisingly natural relative to the amount of stuff she had done, but I'm going to take issue with one part of this post—and I say this as someone who had cosmetic surgery, for no reason other than 100% vanity—she did not have her nose and chin CORRECTED. There was not…
That may well be, but gay panic? How about "this dude, whose sexuality is completely irrelevant, had a history of making me fear for my safety." The issue here is not that there weren't mitigating factors potentially, the issue here is that homophobia was presented as one of them, and it's not. Even if the harassment…
I agree with you, but maybe for a different reason. I worked in a prison for almost two years on a "transparency and accountability" project. Basically, whenever something happened in the prison (from missing spoons to murder) my team would have to interview everyone involved.
My best one has to be last year, when I was in my friend Dave's wedding (not his real name). The wedding itself went fine, except for when the lights flickered in the church during the vows and everyone freaked out and the bride's grandmother wanted to start the vows over.
I married an Egyptian and ours was the worst ever.
I can't write the whole Wedding From Hell story, because the details would identify the bride or groom, so I'm changing some of them so I can share this with you (the details are superficial and not exaggerated). Here is the setup:
When I was working retail, a customer once used the phrase "Not trying to Jew you down or anything." I just gaped at her. I'm not even Jewish but I lied and said I was to shame her. Seriously, who says that kind of shit in public anymore?!
I guess I don't see how it's a good thing that Rhianna lost a gig because of the NFL's failures. Seems worse to me that she was let go IMO like, let's not remind people that there are real life victims. And also that she's defined by a crime that was committed against her.
And the research keeps going back and forth on gluten and wheat allergies. There are dozens of conflicting studies, and telling people that "bread doesn't actually make you throw up, so just suck it up Faker" doesn't fucking help. I did enough years as a server to know that a server's time is valuable, and it's a lot…
I took "physical consent" to mean, for example, the person in question is responding or initiating things physically, showing that they are into it. Even without words, it's not hard to tell the difference between someone lying there hoping this will all stop and someone actively unbuttoning pants, kissing, etc.
I once had someone order the soup du jour. When I brought it, she said (in the bitchiest tone ever), "Excuse me, I've had soup du jour and this is NOT it!"
I'm not sure that anyone can answer better than Kat did. That you can totally have a right to your views and you own spaces, just don't be surprised when plenty of women don't want to join into those spaces because they exclude trans women.
I wouldn't compare MRAs to the KKK. While it's not apples to oranges in comparison, it's certainly apples to crabapples or pears or something. Even the MRA types can come around; it's true.
As a women of color currently serving her term as an enlisted member of the United States military, I thought I might comment. They shaved my head in boot camp because I refused to have my hair cornrowed, just as I refuse to chemically relax my hair. Not to put too fine a point on it, I did this voluntarily, and I…
When my mom worked for B&N she had a coworker, Nan? who'd had some kind of legit mental issues earlier in life that resulted in her carrying around a puppet companion that she treated like a person. She was a ventriloquist, so the puppet did talk "independently" and he would interact with coworkers and customers…
This is actually a story about a fellow server, a very young, vivacious, kind, and quirky girl whom everyone loved working with, with but nonetheless had a pronounced ditzy streak.
OF COURSE YOU CAN'T CHANGE A FUCKING DIAPER IN THE MIDDLE OF A RESTAURANT.