That is why she doesn’t allow subordinates to look her in the eye, her greatness would blind an ordinary peon.

“She knows she can be tough at times,” the source continued, “but believes she works hard and is extremely creative and that it’s a privilege to work for her and be around her.”

Yeah, I’d like to know where she’s getting that number from. Probably made up, knowing this administration. But really, doctors, nurses, EMTs, firefighters, teachers, engineers... cops is what you go with?

It’s almost as if —GASP— there are more than a few bad apples!

I immediately thought of ex machina and how I yelled with glee, despite myself, when Oscar Isaac (bless that hot assed man) got (SPOILER ALERT) stabbed

Jeez. I was kinda hoping the movie ended with her sticking a knife in his chest.

The erasing history argument is so transparently disingenuous. These colonialist statues went up on land owned by other peoples, effectively erasing their histories at the time. Thinking history begins when white people show up is peak caucasity. 

Aw, that’s a delightful story. I’m so sorry about your dad. I know what you mean about how hard it is to think of him without thinking of him at the end. The memories of my dad in hospice are still really prominent in my mind 7 months later. But it’s a good exercise to remember the good times.

Aw, that’s lovely. How special. My dad wasn’t particularly fashionable, but he did go to the mall to help me shop for a prom dress. And even though the one I picked out was a bit above our designated budget, he knew that it was perfect (made me feel like an Elf from Lord of the Rings, which is really what I was going…

Aw, that’s the best. A parent supporting you without fail or fatigue.

That is such a priceless gift - a parent casually instilling in you a sense that you are inherently worthwhile.

This was not a moment with my dad, but it was a lovely recurring event that illustrates how sweet and thoughtful my dad was.

I remember this tiny moment with my dad—I’m not even sure how old I was, maybe 7 or so. We were talking about his father, who passed away shortly before I was born; even my older brother was too young at the time to remember him.

This will be my husband and daughter (it already is - when I say something doesn't match she marches it in to my husband for input).  I love it.

How beautiful!

My dad died in 1999. Last year my mom wrote some memories about her father and asked me to write some about my father. I miss him more than anything! This is what I wrote to my mom. I might be doxxing myself, but fuck it.

I took years and years of dance lessons, and my dance troupe would perform at local fairs and festivals, sometimes more than once a day, and over multiple days at a fair that was always over Memorial day weekend. My dad drove me to dance lessons, multiple times per week, he went to every performance, every…

My father has always had the perfect eye for color & fashion soooooo when I became a teenager my mother deemed it would be him to help me pick out dresses for formal wear. She felt it would save us from arguments over what was appropriate. And it became our thing. Every single important dress in my life I have ever…

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