Strangely, I'm feeling like if My hair was just slaughtered, probably the last thing I would wanna do is head to the bar where looking good is kind of a thing.

They don't have to refuse to hire her because she's a Christian... they don't have to refuse anything. I understand At-Will has to do more with termination than employ, based on protected classes... but I really think they will prevail based solely on the fact that the law is written to absolve an employer of being…

Of course he has to force his hand, Carey... because if people are left to their own devices, sometimes, they're bigoted assholes. No one who's this bigoted is going to employ LGBT out of the kindness of their hearts or *gasp* based on actual qualifications...

Good thing Florida is an AT WILL employment state. The clinic is in no way obligated to hire anyone for any reason.

If any of the birds are employed by Hobby Lobby, they're screwed on the birth control pills :P

Ugh. You miss my point.

It means that I have never seen Rihanna publicly act in ways that would indicate that she is anything other than exactly what she is... a scantily-clad shocker of an entertainer who makes millions from music and dressing in microscopic outfits in public. In other words, she operates with the utmost class and dignity…

That kind of shit will come back to bite ya.

Way too ditzy to be taken seriously on any level about something SO deep-rooted and tragic... she should just stick to her shock-wardrobe and ability to make million dollar songs.

Noted.

A camouflage uniform does not a noble man make.

Me too. EVERY.TIME.

I happen to be significantly covered and they are all my own original designs... it's me. And fuck what anyone else thinks. Tattoos do NOT equal lack of class/dignity/self-worth/vandalism/ etc. The end.

I think I'm going to have to look for that.

Why doesn't she turn the comments off. Did she think there would be some miraculous, MENSA worthy content in the comment section of YOUTUBE fer chrissakes?

This is the best idea I've heard all month.

I had a roommate with an affinity for rescuing/keeping animals... the worst, when animals are a.) not allowed and b.) the cause of endless hours of mystery allergic misery for me.

Not Florida? Sad face.

The first... and last... time I ever owned a cat, a friend came to visit one day and was lounging on my couch. The cat came out of absolutely nowhere, tore through the room at 60 miles an hour, jumped at my friend and scratched the hell out of her CORNEA... all in a split second. Kittie went bye bye and the friend…

I found out a month after moving in to my old loft that the previous tenant had overdosed and died up there. I was incredibly uncomfortable in my loft after that. I moved.