As someone who very recently quit their job, I feel like I need to interject. Losing or quitting your job qualifies you for special enrollment, meaning that you do not need to wait for open enrollment to be insured. Yes, open enrollment is a limited time; however, there are various life events that qualify you for…
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thesporkgirl
“...and how their jobs were taken over by other employees...”
LOL. I had the same beginning to my relationship - after 3 years when I told him I wanted to get married, he was in shock and said he needed to come to terms that that was something he could have with me.
I technically did the asking, I’m not sure if this counts though.
I see myself as transcorporeal. This physical form is just an affectation of biological circumstance. I really identify as a ghost.
new plan America: how about every rape trial has a rape survivor on the jury?
This is an honest question, not trying to be a douche, but does the same idea go the other way too? For example, let’s say I go to a touristy-restaurant where a burger and fries costs $25 (again, just an example). Should I tip at a lower price since I’m being overcharged?
His typical meal would include three orders of steak fries, three orders of coleslaw, two 40 oz beers, an entire bottle of ketchup, and seven half-pound burgers. This was in the late-nineties, and the check would total around $13 or so. And he would leave a generous $2 tip for your troubles.
“Useless fucking paper clip”: best description of a human I’ve ever read. MORE STORIES, LINDSEY.
Dove for men.
Every time I hand a man something soaked in my urine they run away.
She’s like a James Franco you can’t laugh at for some reason.
Oh she worked. I can assure you on that.
So, enlighten us, MRAs: How are women supposed to know which of you fucks will pull this on them or not?
That whole narrative—that being groped or otherwise touched in a sexual way without consent is “just” that—plays such a large and detrimental role, imo. It makes girls, women, and other victims question their own assessment of whether or not a thing was okay. It’s gaslighting: “you think you feel violated but you…
ooh! Ooh! My mom’s family is from S. Florida, so “family vacation” always meant “visit Gramma and Grampa in Ft. Lauderdale. Cool. It has a beach! My grandparents live like, on the damn beach so my brother and I would jump out of the car, throw on a swim suit and run head long into the water on a semi public-ish beach…
but but but
Dear god the Greys got here fast.