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If anyone needs more convincing that Hollywood does a bad job of representing anyone who isn’t a cis white man I ask you to look at every category that isn’t acting. I think the only other categories (in the Oscars, not the SAG Awards) that routinely have better representation is Original Song (but not Original

We’ve been brainwashed to think grinding, working long fucking hours is morally just instead of wondering how the fuck does a society get to a point in which someone can work three jobs and still not have enough of A basic living expense.

If they told people their secrets, they would go to prison.

What a week. And I don’t mean that in a good way.

So over these last few days, my high school (I graduated 10+ years ago) has had a revolution going on.

Two brave recent grads collected and presented to the school board testimony after testimony of racial abuse against students.

We’ve made a list of demands and are collecting signatures to present to the school

Two words: hormone balancing. The other day, after I was filling out the checklist that goes with routine testing to make sure my levels are correct, I showed it to my boyfriend. It listed about 75 symptoms of peri and regular menopause, like insomnia, bone fractures, thinning hair, low libido, irritability, facial

Hey, Jezzies -

I signed up to be part of a covid/eventual vaccine study, and they tested my blood for antibodies already, I have none, which is actually pretty good since I work in a hospital, and now they’re going to start looking at antigens soon. The email they sent out about signing up for the study was funny, trying to make it

My dad took me to NYC when I was 8 years old - a trip just for the two of us. This was very unusual, as my dad worked/traveled a lot and didn’t spend a lot of time with me. We stayed in a fancy hotel, ordered room service, and I was given the choice between seeing “Annie” or “The King and I.” I picked “Annie,” of

My dad loved to tell stories of how he knew I was smart, even as a kid. When I was two or so, he was reading me a book that had the word “twins” in it. I apparently jumped off his lap, ran into the bathroom where we had a glass shower door with two swans etched on it, pointed and said “twins!”

I grew up in Asia, in a city with awesome public transport, so we walked a fair amount around town. My dad is very much a rule follower, so jaywalking was always a no-no. One afternoon, he took my brother and me downtown to do something, and while waiting for the light to change so that we could cross the street, he

The lovely moment I had with my Father was when I realized that I did not have to dislike him or not love and recognize him as the good father he was, just because he and my mother had a contentious relationship. Once I realized that I wasn’t married to him, my mother was, Iwas free to see him as the person he had

When I was a freshman in college I was super depressed and borderline suicidal. I had struggled with mental health since I was 15 and my parents were super supportive and stood behind me (this was the early 2000s). So I was having a mental breakdown at a university three hours from home and called my parents in a fit

Also, my grandboss at work (boss’s boss) isn’t quite my parent age, but he treats us all like his surrogate kids. (And not in a weirdo “we’re all family here!” way.) I appreciate it so much. He’s taught me about how electrical load works for my breaker box on my condo and to figure out how much each appliance draws,

My old house was over 100 year’s old and the plumbing was sketchy, but it had this grill over the water intake so rats couldn’t swim up the old pipes. Every plumbing incident cost double, but I peed at night secure in the knowledge that nothing could bite my ass.

My dad has done a LOT for me, and has grown a lot and learned to share feelings more, and apologize for things. (We still drive each other nuts!) Sometimes he doesn’t hit the mark when he’s trying to be thoughtful (he almost accepted a job in Minnesota vs SoCal after my parents got married, without telling mom,

I always think of my college graduation, roughly 100 years ago (OK....1992). To my surprise, while my Mom was completely composed (she cries if she gets a nice greeting card), my Dad was crying like a baby. And he’s one of those types who NEVER cries, you know - stoic. But - I graduated college 25 years to the day he

My dad taught me how to drive at age 10, let me smoke cigarettes when my mom was at work (dubious parenting, I know, but I never picked up the habit, tho I do love the reefer), taught me how to handle myself around men, introduced me to classic rock, got a kid expelled for touching me inappropriatly, took me to the

My dad was not there for us growing up and we were left with a very mentally ill and abusive mother. Since then, my dad has made a real effort to change and develop relationships with his kids. When I had my daughter, he dropped everything and drove 16 hours to come help out when I was released from the hospital. He

A year before he passed Dad and I took a photography class together at a community College. In retirement he had become passionate about the local wildflowers and helping to catalog them with a local botanist/author for a new edition.