When I was pregnant I felt tremendous pressure to constantly express how I was oh so ecstatic to be fulfilling my feminine destiny. :P To be honest, I didn’t really feel much of a real connection with the kid until they started talking. Before that, I loved my baby in a sort of matter-of-fact way, but I faked a whole…
Moralia
moralia
...and the State Park Rangers! *thump*
Judge: I sentence you to 10 years and a boot to the head from Ms. Soskin *thump* and from everyone who works with her at the parks department *thump* *thump* *thump*...
Fellas who make a fuss about having the words “man” or “men” in job titles and the like replaced with gender neutral language seem to be the sort who need to reassure themselves that they are indeed manly men who can man up.
Maybe if the mass shooting was actually in Congress or the Senate and winged enough of them, but we taxpayers provide security forces to prevent that from happening.
Stealing this gif.
I like the mid-priced showerheads I have, but I did make a $20 upgrade that was pretty awesome. I got a wall mount and extra-long hose for the secondary handheld showerhead. I put the wall mount on the opposite end of the bathtub, put up some adhesive hooks to hold the hose against the wall and PRESTO! Two-person…
I like the mid-priced showerheads I have, but I did make a $20 upgrade that was pretty awesome. I got a wall mount…
Based at least on their public personae, I can sort of see them as a couple though. They both seem like deeply goofy people.
Every time I read about those places, I look longingly at a box of matches.
The phrase “commodifying women’s bodies” in relation to legal sex work bothers me no end. It seems to me that when performing sex work it is a skilled or semi-skilled service performed for pay rather than the purchase of the person’s body. It seems like ideally sex work really should be considered no more selling of…
The few times I’ve pictured myself as a teacher, for some bizzarre reason I’ve pictured myself dressed as Mary Poppins as in the books.
I’m so lucky to work in a casual dress office. It was here that I made an amazing discovery: geeky graphic tees are the best camouflage because people see Totoro, the Tardis, Gir or whatever and are genuinely surprised when I wear a “real” top that I have huge tracts of land (despite the T-shirt I have with those…
Exactly. Shady characters don’t like it when you shine a light on their behavior.
I did find one veeery useful weapon in these sorts of situations is to ever-so-sweetly request the complaint against me in writing and signed by the person harassing me so I can use it “for my future reference”. (In this case, I’d probably ask to film them in front of a mirror indicating EXACTLY what’s offensive.)…
No. It happens all the time. It sucks.
Spiritual high-fives for Sister Jean!
F = Effin’ big
G = Goddang those are big.
H = Holy mackrel, they’re huge.
I = I don’t know how you can walk.
J = Jeezus preserve us!
K = “OK, so they make coffee, right? heh-” (Laughter terminated by the swift and painful death of the speaker.)
Well, I didn’t want the post to turn into a mash note. ;)