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I once joined a Live Journal community (LOL) called XXX_grrls. I was repeatedly asked by other members why I was talking about feminism there.

I love how fat acceptance never really caught on but everybody loves body positivity.

“Who came up with this lunacy?”

1. No

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If you’re Dolly Parton, you write a megahit.

LOL half hour after I posted this they send an e-mail telling everyone to go home.

Wanna know something really gross? When the employer with the $10 surgery plan couldn’t afford it anymore, they decreased their contribution to our premiums at the exact same time most of Obamacare went into effect. Employees who weren’t paying attention then blamed Obama for having to pay more for a premium that

I’m going to use this post just to say I’m sick and tired of my employers expecting me to shovel a half foot of snow every morning and still be at work on time. When local law enforcement are begging residents to stay off the roads if possible. We’re getting an entire winter’s worth of snow in one week and on top of

It was an intense episode. Nell was very distressed by Sam’s “prank.”

I’ve been in the same industry for 11 years and while different employers, I’ve seen my health benefits go from excellent to complete garbage. From surgery for $10 to not getting a meniscal tear scoped because it will cost me $3,000 out of pocket and I decided it wasn’t worth it. I wear a knee sleeve and take a ton of

I’m really adamant about not having to hear that shit at work. I wear earphones when I use any audio at work, even work-related (or shut my door) and those within earshot of me know to do it or get a lecture about consideration.

That’s the problem with being in a super-specialized profession. I could find a job in the same profession and just deal with the same shit because this is industry norm now or I can leave the industry and see my salary plummet because I’m not qualified to do much of anything else. At this point I’m just hanging on in

You get coffee?

That’s what drives me so nuts. I’m here, I care about this organization, and can help. MOTHERFUCKING LET ME!!!!

Good news is that while I was drafting an e-mail to her about my lack of progress on a project I’m unqualified to perform,* I realized there’s no way she remembers assigning me the project and I can just pretend it doesn’t exist.

Department head will neither do her work nor delegate it so it can actually get done. I’ve literally said “this, this, and that - I can do these things so you have more time for the other things.” She thanks me, says she’ll get back to me, then never does. Meanwhile, our budget is a fiasco because basic stuff isn’t

I’m 44. While it makes me a little sad that having children was never even an option to decide against, I’d rather shave my head with a cheese grater than be chasing around after a toddler when I’m pushing 50. 

It’s not burdensome to not paint my face. I don’t understand why others feel it to be so. If they want facepaint so bad, go to a ballgame like a normal person.

I grew up in the 80s in a pretty white school district. I saw Gimme A Break and learned from Nell Carter that blackface is hurtful and made a mental note. When it became a hot button issue again, I reconsidered my opinion and came to the same conclusions I did at 7 years old: I have no reason to wear blackface that

I have a “no Facebook on weekends” rule because that’s when I have time to see how people will waste a perfectly lovely Saturday morning shrieking at strangers and next thing I know I’ve wasted a lovely morning reading their impotent shrieking and I’m better than that.