Yeah, and he kept looking over her shoulder weirdly. And she kinda yipped just as screen went black. I say even odds Pod showed up, stopped her.
Yeah, and he kept looking over her shoulder weirdly. And she kinda yipped just as screen went black. I say even odds Pod showed up, stopped her.
Can I come along and be The Ancient Booer from Princess Bride? We can hit all the clubs and between your bell and my calling people “Queen of Putresence” we could get all the free shots.
I kept hoping she’d go ahead and peel off her face and let us see the Princess Bride character she really is based upon.
Oh do please lay out the capitalist calculus by which it would have cost them anything significant to say yes and weigh that against what they’ll spend to hire and train her replacement. Bad enough management are unethical dicks; they blow at business as well.
What “team”?? That bullshit bizspeak is designed to obscure the reality of power relations and the fact they can pretty much fire at will. What, exactly, was the downside to management saying OK? One of them having to cover for an hour? Big fng deal. They made a dick move. Full stop.
I could get behind a Deal Breakers Thread. Would admit not trusting people who dislike avocado. Also? Apropos of nothing I want Jez or Muse to start blogging about Sense8. Have you seen?
Also see documentaries “All Dolled Up” and "Guys and Dolls."
Seriously. And the compulsive color coding of sex (like did she use a red one for the tampon scene??) in a gift for her sister!
True story from back in the day: remember that Tom Petty video for “Mary Jane’s Last Dance,” with the sexing up a dead chick thing (because god forbid MTV show a video about pot back then)? I was teaching a college class, great mix of students who were very open and thoughtful, willing to express controversial…
I alienated a family member by drunkenly launching at a wedding shower into how awful the books are, topped off the rant with “anyone who thinks this is sexy is a fucking moron!” Gifts are opened and bride receives a full set of the books, pre-marked with multi-colored little Post-Its categorizing every single sex…
Yeah, that kind of “I’m kinda oblivious but it’s because I’m spending most of my time digging up cool shit in 110° weather” has its charms.
Likes Nascar; library contains Ingraham, Coulter, Roiphe, et al., for reasons unrelated to critique; uses phrase “everyone’s entitled to an opinion” as mantra
Oh good. You can check the other items on the list for sanity.
I know I’m a horrible person for admitting this, but “liked the books and/or movie” is on my list of “opinions others have which automatically make then suspect as people whom I could like."
He would’ve been 94 yesterday. Died in 2000. Still fiercely miss his funny and amazing Dadness.
I got nothing. But one of my most treasured possessions is a postcard from when my two insane adult sisters got to go on vacation with my parents and I sat at home sulking. They filled up a postcard with chirpy passive aggressive “wish you were here having all the fun!” bs and gave it to my awesone dad to mail. It…
What is not “fundgable” [sic and jesus would you ffs use spell-check?] is the objective reality of the physical location of where her ancestors lived.
Sweet Jesus. Your analogy is false. And the only thing being “felled” is my willingness to entertain the notion that you have the capacity to understand how to construct a valid argument from equivalency.
Someone needs to explain to her that the “everyone’s Irish on St. Paddy’s Day!” thing isn’t transferable to blackness.
Gods. The “we all come from Africa” trope in this context is so incredibly racist. Anyone trotting that out commits the ultimate Racial Awareness Fail.