I’d tell you what I’d be moving up from the store brand mustard.
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And then the murders began.
This had better be played at every significant life event these kids have for the next fifty years. You can’t waste a good story like this.
They really were. The yellow-clad “they see me rollin’” power strider and the baby swanning in behind her like a benevolent Dalek.
Who knew that the best practices for doing a remote interview with a global news network were the same as for jacking off?
I would venture to guess that the less-privileged make up a disproportionate number of people who actually go out on strike.
Yes!! That too. It all amounted to concern trolling while remaining clueless as to the history, purpose & scope of the strike itself. There was a lot of Jez commenters in that camp. I even read one commenter basically saying, “I am privileged enough to attend, but since some women aren’t as privileged as me and cannot…
Strong concur.
It’s like I told my friends when we’d been on our feet for five hours straight at the Women’s March on Washington: “There’s a reason it’s called ‘the struggle,’ and not ‘the comfortable.’”
This kind of bullshit in-fighting is precisely why the conservatives — who, despite all their faults, are ace at holding their noses in the interest of presenting a solid front to their opponents and attaining their goals— manage to get so much fuckery done while the liberals argue about everything under the sun.
A lot of the privilege criticism about the strike seemed to be a race to be the wokest of them all.
Game and match.
did you see who we made president or
I just want a spin-off about Emily narrating horribly violent tours about history in Nantucket to children.
Kim Jong Orange, like most despots and tyrants, lacks the ability to laugh at himself.
To be fair, it was almost 20 years ago. It feels weird to me too that 1998 was that long ago, but it was.
A cut-rate Joan Rivers?
You mean she’s like a person who looks older as they age? Weird.
See, she reminds me of the awkward, gawky girl who would have been made fun of by the popular girls, and developed this weird, competitive drive that has literally been eaten her alive ever since.