After Trump goes to prison

Awesome. I think the Democratic Party has room for many people who are currently Republicans. I’m not saying we should welcome everyone; Steve Bannon should never be welcome. But she seems like a good person to pick up.

I hate that this is a truth of being a woman.

For me, there’s also a bit of guilt associated with vigilance. A few weeks ago a male friend grabbed my ass without my consent after saying a few inappropriate things to me. I know I’m going to feel bad when I come up with an excuse not to see him the next time he’s in town, that *I’m* going to feel like the heavy for…

Timothy Caughman was murdered because he was Black and yet the media still paints him as the problem. Here’s how the Daily News reported this:

I’m not usually one to play the “call it terrorism” card but

This.

I tell you whut. People will show up at that dealership just to correct them. As a one time salesman, I loved when someone corrected me with superior knowledge. That shows a deep interest. Or it’ll get the attention of people who relate to fuel economy in terms of liquid fuel and haven’t acclimated themselves to a BEV…

This is why I hate and glad I got out of automotive sales. You have people running these dealerships that know jack shit about the cars they are pushing on people. All they care about is how much they can get you pay, nothing more. Shit like this is going to hurt GM in the long run

I have never heard of this show, or of this person, or if this production company.

I always thought it was a no brainer stupid conflict, just pull your fair share, end of story. Then I lived for six months with a longterm girlfriend late in college years ago, and every chore resulted in her wanting it done a different way. My biweekly shower scrub/clean schedule was horrifying to her, she insisted…

Omg omg omg. So my husband took a day off work a few months back alleging that he would do some cleaning and laundry. Which he did like one load pshhh, I get home after working all day and he’s playing video games (in a still messy living room) and he looks at me and says, “So what are you thinking for dinner?” I…

My blood boils over that shit. Lmao like having a vagina doesn’t mean I have some magical knowledge on how to scrub a tub or a toilet. It’s pretty simple. It is dirty, I spray it with cleaner and I rub it until it appears clean. The end. Repeat forever until I die.

RIGHT? We have cats so you really have to vacuum with the attachment along the walls or there will be cat hair “tumbleweeds” and litter that accumulates if you skip this part of vacuuming. He says to me “there’s more than one way to do something” and I am like no there fucking isn’t. Because to me it’s like ok, if I…

It’s more complex than that. For example, there are men who are under the impression that they are participating in a 50/50 split at home, but it’s more like 70/30. It’s just that they were raised by a generation where the split was 90/10, so it seems more equal. There are also a lot of things that happen right around…

It can be hard to put your foot down, because no one wants to have to nag.

Because A) they can get away with it, and B) have never been programmed to feel judged over their householding skills. Men are judged for being deadbeat dads, or unemployed, but not about cleaning. Not even now.

Thissss! I went I away this weekend unexpectedly and my husband stayed home. I asked him to please clean the whole apartment (which I do on a regular basis) and after much gyration he agreed. When I got home it was mostly clean (but not very well done) and he hadn’t cleaned the bathtub because he “didn’t know how.”…

This is so me. I can’t count on my husband to do things, or when he does do them it will be sloppy or wrong. So I end up doing most everything. I worry that if I tell him to do things he’ll be mad or if I don’t praise him for doing something he’ll feel taken for granted. Meanwhile I’m doing intense deep cleanings of…

Worcester is the feeling you get when you fill a bowl with cereal, add your favorite berries and then realize there’s no milk.