Things our mothers and sisters had to hear.

This is excellent kinja.

OH MY GOD NOW I CAN’T UNSEE THIS

I need to see pictures of all these judges so I can decide if they’re hot enough to decide cases.

In the city I live in, there are gay bars, some of which I’ve been to with friends. I don’t complain that they call it a “gay bar”.

Somehow I believe that my black great grandparents were told the same thing when they wanted to sit at a certain lunch counter.

*walks up to Pam calmly, asks her to, you know, PUT A FUCKING APOSTROPHE ON HER GODDAMNED SIGN*

Just to be clear, by ‘Devil’s Advocate’ you really mean ‘Homophobe Apologist’, right?

Separate but equal is never equal. Gay bars are called gay bars because all other bars are straight bars. Defining a bar as gay allows for the lgtbq individuals to feel safe because all other bars may not be. Btw saying you are playing devils advocate usually means I am a dick but I am pretending I am not.

She’s talking as if she were approaching bears in the wild....oh wait, were they bears?

I almost got into an all out brawl with my ignorant sister-in-law about this. We were out for dinner and a gay male couple were kissing at a nearby table. She starts stage whispering “I’m not homophobic but there are KIDS here”. To which I replied “You are the definition of homophobia”. A great battle ensued, the…

The waitress would ask if they wanted it without the stick, but noooo, they wanted the stick in it so that they could send it back to the kitchen to have the stick removed (because they couldn’t do it themselves).

When I managed a Borders we were also responsible for this small calendar kiosk on the other side of the shopping center. I was there covering someone’s lunch break and this crazed woman came over demanding why we had no bichon frise calendars. The dog calendar people were always the weirdest.

I worked at McDonalds long ago... I had several customers who would conclude their drive-thru orders with “that’s to go” — like they would if they were inside. It’s kinda irritating, because — am I going to expect them to eat it in the drive-thru lane or something...

One day, I’d kind of had it — I hear the “that’s to…

I was way more of a smart-ass when I worked in a bookstore, since my manager was always job hunting and couldn’t have cared less. During the height of the “Twilight” craze, right when the last book and the first movie had been released, we were sent a metric ton of merch, including those SweetHearts chalk-flavored…

“No, he wants a slushy!”

They never took a doggie bag home and they never touched Golem Jesus’s meal.

He was her boss. Not someone she met at a bar. Free advice: never, ever comment on the physical attractiveness/hotness of a subordinate at work, male or female. There is really no circumstance at all in which this might be appropriate. Keep it up and you are gonna get yourself and your employer sued.

“Here I’ve been reminded time again that I’m the minority in this community.”