I just feel so gutted about this and I have no idea why. I really liked his music but I’ve never felt so sad about someone I’ve never met passing away. I just hope his home planet knows how much earth will miss him, ya know?

Yeah that cod piece did things to my young self I've never really been able to replicate in my adult life.

My sadness is compounded by also missing my dad. Our love for music was something we bonded over, starting with Bowie. Up until he died 7 years ago we would see at least one concert a year, just the two of us.

I’ve never had a celebrity death hit me this hard, I’ve been crying on and off all day. I really fell in love with his art, and of course, my favorite movie of all time - The Labyrinth

Jareth will forever be the man that made me notice men and get all tingly. #loveyoubowie

Listen, if your worldview amounts to “look out for number one and everyone else can go fuck themselves” ... good luck making your juvenile objectivist fantasy into a fulfilling life.

That’s toxic thinking. You don’t have to be friends with people to give a shit about their wellbeing. Working with people who are stressed out and unhappy is super shitty. Working with people who feel like their employer gives them a basic measure of respect and autonomy is always preferable; they don’t have to be…

Honestly I always bring my lunch but my problem has always been that I have nowhere to eat it. I think that comments like yours, though, indicate a culturally American mentality we all seem to suffer from, namely “what’s good for you isn’t good for me.” Instead of applauding workers that try and stand up for their…

Your life is not everyone’s life. This is not a universal solution.

I don’t take a lunch break because my asshole company wants me to stop the clock while I’m lunching, so a “9 to 5" is really either an “8 to 5" or “9 to 6.” I have a family and other parts of my life that I like a lot, lot more than my job, and I have a commute through some of the worst traffic in the country. I grew…

I am drinking rumplemintz at the sleaze st casino in Tahoe, but having a suspiciously good time.

You guys, I have no champagne.

I’m having a dram of Glendronach 12 and I’m gonna have a steak and mashed potato dinner with me mum.

Fuck. That lady needs...support, not prison.

That’s reasonable. Can I get a discount if I know all the ones before 1990?

My friend’s kids are available to tutor you. They only charge Cheerios and goldfish.

Ugh, these guys seriously need to let it go.