thehappyhoyden
TheHappyHoyden
thehappyhoyden

i had a Chinese food delivery guy, he was a white guy btw if that matters, and tipped him well. however, i got the wrong order and didn’t notice it until he left. I knew for sure it was not his fault, the receipt that was stapled to the bag was mine, the kitchen made the mistake, I was about to call the restaurant

My mom basically put her career on hold until she was 40, after being repeatedly asked in job interviews if she planned to have kids, what did her husband think, etc.

I couldn’t watch Mad Men if you paid me. I’m 54 now and grew up in the 60’s and 70’s. My generation was really the first generation to go to college not to find husbands but start and have careers. Even as a little girl, I knew that somehow it wasn’t easy for women as it was for men and I was mad as hell even then.

Truth be told, I have difficulty understanding how women can say they aren’t feminists and that they aren’t angry at how things are.

Oh, don't get me wrong. I own power tools and a hand truck. I can hide the bodies of those who get in the way. :) I just often struggle with wondering if my anger ends up fucking me over, and I feel like we ladies who fight hard deserve peace. Or a cocktail. Preferably both. Give your mother my regards. Without the

That is exactly what my mother told me when I was an idiot teenager. Now I’m 38, she’s 70, and our combined disgust at the surges of anti-female legislation is enough to power a small town.
The woman who came before us must be so pissed, wherever they are.

In 35 years, from 1958 to her retirement in 1993, in a small-town corner of Corporate America, my mother went from the secretarial pool to a position as a market analyst for a major pharmaceutical company, having frequent interactions with their internal advertising department, as well as with executives from

I’m 56 and cannot understand why younger generations AREN’T as angry. Give it time. It grinds you down - even with the battles won, the shit is still there.

I would ask Bryan Cranston about Malcolm in the Middle, but that’s just me.

My wheelchair frenchie Bunny stole the show...

Okay, this is stupid, but apparently the dress can still make me laugh-

That was my first thought! And I also thought that Orlando Bloom looked like a younger Kyle MacLachlan.

Weeeeeeeeeeee!!!

Is it because it looks like an upside-down uterus?

Dude looks like a bad John Travolta cosplayer.

A server once splashed beer on my jacket and arm while handing it to me. He was extremely apologetic. Because I am extremely clumsy, I just I told him, “It doesn’t really matter if it was you or me, that beer was going to end up on me at some point. No worries.”

Word. I’m so put off by the “personal branding” language because it assumes that my humanity can be summed up as a brand. And brands, keep in mind, are intentionally simple, not complex. And they’re almost always positive. Brands are used to sell us things, which means they are used to convince us of the inherent

A shitty black dye job, an ugly necklace made of chains and plastic, and a gross, much older boyfriend? Are we sure Sansa’s not a high school junior who works at Hot Topic?

I’m sort of imagining Stampy from the Simpsons but with Michael C. Hall’s Dexter hair.