Wait, homophobia!? What? Lol. Ok.

WOMEN- all women, suffer from gender equality in this culture, and yes, that includes white women who simultaneously benefit from racial privilege. Progress is not a fucking competition where only the most victimized and oppressed deserve equality. Everyone deserves equality. Everyone includes white women, brown…

that’s more depressing than being single, tbh

Is this really offensive? It’s dumb, but seems pretty minor. I feel like this is the progressive person’s equivalent to the Starbucks Christmas cup outrage.

I love it but I love camp and Tim Curry.

Yes.

Way to take your ball and bat and go home pouting , sisters. Congratulations on taking away a chance at happiness and safety for countless kids because you’re child rearing views are antiquated and plain old wrong.

In my younger, more militant days (I honestly can’t even imagine my reacting this way now) this happened at a bus stop:

“Did you just get your hair did?”

I wasn’t HITTING on you, GEEZ. Ego much? I was just trying to be NICE and anyway you’re fat and ugly.

Hey there.

I’m going to print this out and post it on my cube wall and everyone at work will hate me more than they do already. Mission accomplished! Total isolation!

I have a tattoo of that message on my inner left bicep. :)

This is not to hate on people hiring florists/having flowers at their weddings. Flowers are gorgeous! I love flowers. They are symbolic and can be sentimental, and some locations need them, so it doesn’t look like you’re getting married in a prison.

Nothing more American than exploited workers protesting in defense of their abusive employers because the desperation of our economy has mind-fucked them into Stockholm Syndrome. Welcome, immigrants, you have assimilated in the most important way.

The only good part of my serving job at one particular shithole was that they served soda from a small local manufacturer. It was so much fun to answer “Do you have Coke or Pepsi?” with “Neither” and watch people lose their fucking minds.

You know what? I love the balls on Cara Sloane to tell a BCO story about her own fuck-up. Just about every one of these is told from the waiter’s point of view, so I am always curious as to how customers would tell one of these (and what the exact hell was goin on in their cerebellums)...

“So, your table stopped me and asked what kind of fish they had was because they thought you were lying to them; I told them it was cod and they asked why we didn’t have real fish.”

Hey! Focus! This is about Tony!

I wonder how many not-unattractive 47 year old women Tony “notices.”