this week I’m probably going to be working about 16 hours and that means my paycheck will actually be more than $100 for once!
Are we just pretending this didn’t happen or something?
My kind of idol Nigella Lawson and her vile creature of a husband publically choking her in rage has made me so fucking angry right now. I mean i know no facts, but look at her fucking face as she walks away! but what makes my rage boil even hotter is that now people are slating her for being a coward and not standing up against domestic violence. Sorry, WHAT? She is being attacked for being attacked. Now how the fuck does that work. ANd it’s clear from the first picture its abusive and controlling all of the time not just in this very public incident. I love you Nigella.
“After this I go to work at a pizza shop. My wife and I were college professors in Bangladesh. I taught accounting. But one dollar in America becomes eighty dollars when we send it back home.”
People forget, when immigrants come to this country they start from scratch. They could have been lawyers in their home country, but in the US..it means nothing. You think a HS diploma from Bangladesh means anything in this country? My mom was a top student in the country, went to all the best school and got the best of everything…but when she got here it meant squat and she was cleaning other people’s homes and scrubbing their toilets. This is why I get pissed of when people talk smack about immigrants. They at least are doing something…..heading for a goal..making sacrifices…what are you doing with your life?
^ My parents were college-educated teachers in their home country and came to the U.S. with nothing but empty pockets, a dash of hope, and a belief in God. They also scrubbed toilets in people’s homes to make enough to provide for their children, and that’s probably not something a lot of educated professionals would be able to do. I know I wouldn’t be able to do it. Pride would get in the way.
THIS IS TOO IMPORTANT.
My grandma told me the other day that Zimmerman is trying to make trayvon martin look like a criminal by bringing up that he smoked weed
Are you fucking kidding me you killed an innocent teenage boy who was walking home through his own neighborhood from a corner store where he just bought candy and you’re trying to make the kid look like the bad guy. Disgusting. I hate humans.
this literally happened 20 minutes from where I live now (Sanford, FL) and yes that is exactly what’s been happening
people went into his facebook within days of the shooting and started posting pictures of him “acting thuggish” or “looking suspicious” and saying that he was in trouble at school and stuff
I’m not a PoC but I am a queer lady and it’s fucking terrifying to think that shit like this happens so close to home (several of my friends even live in Sanford) and there are people out there who could use Florida’s Stand Your Ground law against me if I’m mistakenly on their property or walking around at night. not to mention Stand Your Ground tends to favor white dudes and work against women and PoC.
(Sanford is also the place where some dudes from Papa John’s went on a racist tirade on the voicemail of a black guy that they delivered to, they were both fired…we don’t go to Sanford if we can help it)
Savannah has these sillica packets that absorb moisture from her pads but she’s too busy eating to air out her pads so I did it for her
Have you heard about the Rat Cook? Just a cook in the Night’s Watch. He was angry at the king for something, I can’t remember. When the king was visiting the Nightfort, the cook killed the king’s son, cooked him into a big pie with onions, carrots, mushrooms and bacon. That night, he served the pie to the king. He liked the taste of his son so much, he asked for a second slice.
The gods turned the cook into a giant white rat who could only eat his own young. He’s been roaming the Nightfort even since, devouring his own babies. No matter what he does, he’s always hungry.
I know it’s kind of pandering and I don’t care, I want a spin-off of madame vastra and jenny written by russel t. davies
moffat doesn’t get to be a part of our space alien/Victorian London lesbian crime fighting show
Tarantino Movie Connections : The Corpse POV
Pulp Fiction, Jackie Brown, Kill Bill Vol. 1, Inglourious Basterds (all his films, really)
consider the bank.
You know, a few months ago this dude friend of mine showed up to hang out with me all dejected. Over a couple of drinks he explained his long face — earlier that night, he’d been walking down the street behind this really cute girl, and when she looked back at him over her shoulder, he thought it was in interest and smiled at her. Now, this guy is tall and skinny, can most commonly be found in glasses and t-shirts scrawled across with math jokes, is kind to animals, considers himself a feminist. What he doesn’t consider himself is threatening, so he was surprised, confused, and even hurt by what happened next: the girl in front of him responding to his called greeting of, “Nice skirt,” by taking off down the darkened street in a dead run.
“Yeah,” I said, “she probably thought you were going to rape her.”
“But that’s not fair,” he said. “I’m a good person; I’d never rape anyone! How could she think that? She doesn’t even know me.”
Out here in the wilds of the internet, I often find myself making arguments about shit like feminism and rape culture unilaterally. For one thing, there’s so much (like, so much) out there arguing unilaterally against this shit that I feel it’s necessary; for another thing, ‘round these parts there’s a lot of people jumping to hostility when it’s painfully clear they don’t have a handle on all the facts. But I’m more lenient with the people in my real life, especially dudes like the one mentioned above. I’m willing to extend to them a patience that I wouldn’t with strangers on the internet, because they matter to me, and it matters to me that they understand. So when my friend sat there that night, whining over his beer and responding to my attempted explanations with, “But I’d love it if a girl smiled at me on the street, or even catcalled at me! Fuck, even if a dude did it, I’d be flattered,” I decided to spend some time thinking about how to clear things up for him. It took awhile, but I finally came up with a metaphor to get the job done:
Consider the bank.
