You are getting (kind of) shit on, but you’re absolutely right.

I’m confused about everyone saying this photo is evidence of sexual assault. It’s unprofessional, it’s unpleasant, I’d be furious too if I were her, and he absolutely should be grovelling for this. I’m not defending him in the least, and I don’t care at all if this wrecks his career. Them’s the breaks, jackass.

*to the tune of “Be Our Guest”*

Just leaving 10 minutes earlier can mean the difference between sitting in traffic and breezing to work. Especially if the yellow menaces are stopping every 50 feet to pick up the kids.

This will probably be unpopular, but the Santa experience for me was amazing and I look back upon it fondly.

In the US it’s a common custom that’s considered polite. If I say ‘bless you’ to you, I’m imposing nothing at all on you. You’re entirely free to ignore it. If it offends you I’ll politely invite you to grow the fuck up.

Really, it’s come to this?

Someone liked my story from last year and that means it’s no longer lost, so I’ll post it here again. This and the other story both happened in the same house about a two years apart. Here it is:

This story isn’t supernatural but it’s 100% true and probably the closest I’ve (knowingly) come to being in serious trouble.

Holy shit, how many falls into the Cursed Springs of Jusenkyo does it take for someone to look like that?

IDK, don’t really know the full details of the story but I tell my 5 yr old that leggings are not pants. They are to be worn under skirts and dresses but not on their own. Her schools dress code also forbids leggings as pants. I also don’t wear leggings at all or yoga pants outside of the house so I’m weird.

As someone who lives in Japan, speaks Japanese, and wears Japanese clothes.... um. Japanese people honestly do not care about this. My first yukata was a gift by a boyfriend, who wanted me to wear it because it was cute. I have a $2000 furisode that is for special occasions... bought by the mother of my boyfriend for…