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Apparently, I need to watch this Olive Kitteridge.

The thought process is literally “hmmm this name isn’t Bill or Kate or Rebecca or Jason...? Don’t recognize it, therefore can’t pronounce it! Ha! Get it? Not a real name!”

Uzo Aduba’s name is pretty easy to pronounce. I don’t know how anyone can get it wrong.

I work in education technology at large university. We recently hired a white dude to work as a Project Manager.

Uh huh. There’s always a reason. When Asian guy or white guy walks into the interview, he has an advantage regardless of degree or previous experience. He is unconsciously viewed as a better candidate than an equivalent or even a better candidate who is a white woman or a man or woman who is hispanic, black, or

It’s also a circular problem of when there are black women qualified for the job, are they going to want to work for a company where they are not represented and are going to be “the token”?

If this gets crossed posted to giz you can expect a flurry of comments lamenting diversity hires and affirmative action while spewing nonsense about meritocracies. There is a contingency of people who see nothing wrong with tech’s cartoonish lack of diversity. They either can’t or won’t see how societal prejudice

“The culprit is our educational system, not these companies.” <- agreed.

Really interesting graph- well worth checking out. As far as gender, 70/30 seems to be peak comfort level for men. Beyond that, it’s “the wimmen be taking over!”

Why so serious? SMILE!! — That gets an immediate fuck off.

This is not a regret I have, and I am thankful for that. Backbone and sharp tongue I’ve always had in spades. However, at almost 40 what I am seeing is that sometimes, when a person needs a good dressing down, I just...walk away. Few people are worth my time and effort any more.

Mentally and emotionally, my 30s have been way better than my 20s were. I’m much less likely to put up with any bullshit, (which isn’t to say I’m never insecure. Just that people can’t prey on that.) I’m much more aware. Hell, I ended my last date as we walked down the street because the guy was revealing himself to

I have been a people pleaser and a doormat my entire life. But this weekend something glorious happened! A gentleman who happened to be standing next to me when I was out with my friends, turned my way and said, “You would look so much better with longer hair.”

I asked him to repeat himself, in order to validate the

I’m pushing 65, and just yesterday my sister and I were having this conversation where we were saying we wished we’d told a lot more people to fuck off.

I said that to someone who really deserved it at my brother-in-law’s wedding two years ago, and I’ve been on a giant “fuck-off” streak ever since. Best thing I ever did.

Same at 39, we can work hard at it now right?

I mean, they respirate as well and *do* admit CO2. Just less of it than O2.

Not telling more people to “fuck off” is already my greatest regret in life, and I’m only 43 years old.

I am 30 today. I’ve decided my birthday resolution is to be Helen Mirren.