OMG—academia is the MOST soap-opera-ish of all workplaces! Someone’s always fucking a colleague, a dean, (or a student—though that rarely happens nowadays). When I started at my college, I was told during the first department meeting that we didn’t hold weekend retreats any longer because the last time it happened,…

This is academia distilled.

Stanford University:

She’s fucked up and crazy and this is mostly just dumb. But also, even though white upper and upper middle class folk are the people writing and reading most of this crap, can we just please stop it with the fucking whining about how terrible white collar jobs are and how people need to learn to take time for…

Fuck that. I just got promoted to manager, and I nevertheless plan on working 4o hours on the dot each week. A lot of older managers are in the habit of logging on in the evenings at my company, and I can tell you all that there is a 0% chance of me doing that. As soon as I do it, it will become the expectation. Nope.

Even the guy in the Eagles shirt is disgusted with this behavior. He would have also puked on the people around him.

“it’s totally fiscally responsible, now sign this paper that says you’ll pick up the tab on all the cost over-runs, which is essentially a blank check made out to the IOC....”

Lots of engineers like to think they’re John Galt and have suitably massive egos. That’s kind of a huge part of the problem.

I worked in HR at Google for nearly eight years; I quit two months ago and am now taking some time off to write and other shit and also stop commuting 4 hours a day and answering emails 24/7.

I’ve been on both sides of this as a chef, or server and as a parent.

It was already annoying being mixed and looking white without this “tragic faux-latto” bullshit in the news.

I read that too and thought, “you’ve got to be kidding me. OF COURSE THIS IS WHY.”

Seems to me there’s an easy and obvious solution. Make more money than your husband but tell him you make around the same. Then, every day, leave an envelope stuffed with 20’s on your front porch just before he gets home.

I’m from the Boston area, and you are so right.

And not all of the north is progressive. I lived in Kentucky and in New York. I found great, progressive people in both. I found racist shitbags in both. Granted, Kentucky had more openly racist shitbags, but in a way I respected that, because then they were easily identifiable and avoidable. In New York? You had to…

That old man backed the fuck right through that garage door.

I will *only* read a memoir by a former groupie

I will always read a memoir by a former groupie. I find it endlessly entertaining and fascinating, but that’s probably because I’m a wannabe.

Glass houses, internet commenter.