Well, we just recovered the computer after a... well, to be honest, a really improbable incident, and WEIRDLY, I haven't personalized it sooooo... Yeah, it's the Windows window/flag thing. I'm doomed.
Five years later, we tried to reconvene our 9/11 first responder panel, but two were too sick to travel, and one had passed away. Tell Senator Mitch McConnell to pass the Zadroga Reauthorization Act now. Don’t continue to be the #worstresponders.
I have to be honest. There was a point in my life where I wanted to be one of the pretty girls... but then I worked over a decade in hospitality. And no. I'm glad I'm not one of the pretty girls. I've had my share of asshats to deal with, don't get me wrong, and my share of... just downright CONFUSING conversations with men that I didn't really want to be talking to in the first place. And I employ the boyfriend shield at a moment's notice, because I flirt like a lead balloon, and I don't find that entire game terribly fun as a thing to do to amuse myself. But I've never had to fake my own death. So, call it a combination of being overweight and generally crazier than any crazy men I've come across.
This drives me mad. I used to work in a bookstore, and was talking to my coworker and he just yelled out “stop flirting with me!” at this ridiculous volume and it was humiliating because 1. I wasn’t 2. I got in trouble for acting unprofessional 3. He embarrassed me in front of a line of people 4. And he only stopped insisting that I was flirting when my boyfriend (who is now my husband) said, “dude, trust me, she’s not flirting with you” to him
That asshole respected my BOYFRIEND saying I wasn’t flirting more than he respected me saying it and I was the one who was talking! The whole scene got me in trouble at work. And the most ridiculous part is we were talking about a fucking book. In a bookstore.
One time, my ex boyfriend had a crush on some girl, and said that he thought he might have “a chance” with her.
When I asked him what made him think that, he said “Well, she talks to me.”
Can we also add that this is why a lot of women do the resting bitch face when out in public. Cause dudes swear a glance or a smile is flirting.
So yesterday something that perfectly illustrates this happened. I work at a fast food place and this guy comes in at 7am on a Sunday, still probably drunk from the night before, and when I smiled and said goodmorning he said “Did you just say that because you’re being paid to say that?”
I repressed my urge to sarcastically answer, and said “Nope, I just enjoy saying hi to everyone!” To which he responded, “Oh, so you weren’t flirting with me then.”
Dude, I’m not flirting with your gross 7am-on-a-Sunday-ass, trust me.
My defense mechanism when I’m uncomfortable at work is to smile, so I did that and said “Is there anything I can get you this morning?” to which he responded,
“There, you just smiled! What does that mean?”
At this point I was fed up, so I said,
“I smile at everyone sir, its just what I do. What can I get you, coffee, a bagel?”
And he said “I’m gonna be watching to see if you smile at everyone. I don’t like it when girls lie to me” and then ordered a coffee and a muffin like he hadn’t just said something at 11 on the “Is this guy a serial rapist” scale (where 0 is ‘no’ and 10 is ‘Yes, run away as fast as you can right now.”).
Then he sat there for another hour and a half, staring at me from his table. When he got up and left he came back to the counter, and said “You do smile at everyone. That’s fucked up.” and walked out.
I can’t even be innocuously polite and pleasant to people at my job (where customer service is the number one thing we are supposed to be focusing on) for fear of this shit happening. What happens if he had decided to wait until my shift was over?
New Rule: If she’s at work, SHE’S NOT FLIRTING WITH YOU.
Guys, stop bothering women while they’re working. You’re just being annoying. People have jobs to do that aren’t related to you, and the world doesn’t revolve around your fragile, desperate egos.
and please don’t ask us when we get off. It sends the creep alarm all the way off.
Here’s my story: I was in a bookstore as a customer, with my partner. I went to the counter to ask for a book and my partner trailed along behind me. The guy tells me where I can find it and as I walk away to get it he says to my partner “did you see that hot chick flirting with me, I’m gonna hit that later” to which my partner replied “that’s my fucking wife.”
Asking you to do your job is not flirting.
One time at work I found out that a male coworker thought I was “in love” with him. I literally just had conversations with him like I would with all my other coworkers. But no, apparently that meant I must be in love with him. I don’t understand why guys think that being civil is flirting?? Every time I have been friends with a guy there is always a point when they’ll either ask me “are you flirting with me?” or “do you have a crush on me??”. Why do you assume that just because I’m treating you like a human being then I MUST want to jump your bones. Your egos need to calm the fuck down tbh.
When I was a barista as Starbucks I constantly had guys taking drinks and giving me a creepy smile or asking if I made it special for them.
Trust me dude, your half-caf vanilla latte is no more special than the person behind you.
This is such a long post but YES. I got this for 10 years and retail. You’re trained to smile and be polite. You HAVE to or you get in trouble. The amount of dudes that have mistaken that for flirting… Boggles the mind.
DO NOT. CHAT UP. WOMEN. WHEN THEY’RE WORKING.
DO NOT.
DO. NOT.
because let me tell you something. best case scenario, you’re making her uncomfortable. worst case, you’re scaring the shit out of her.
I’ve been harassed and stalked so many times in my retail career it’s unreal. after the worst incident, I got special permission to wear a false nametag from then on.
I was stalked by a man I spoke to once. two sentences. I greeted him on entering the store and asked if he needed anything. he read my nametag and asked for my number. my male coworker tagged in and let me go stock the backroom until he left. weird, but seemed harmless enough. until he called the store every day to ask if I was working. and asked repeatedly for my schedule, claiming to be my boyfriend. he happened to have the same first name as the guy I was seeing at the time.
thankfully, this had happened to enough women across the company that disclosing a coworkers schedule over the phone to anyone other than that coworker, even if it was one of their family members, was a fireable offense. so no one ever did it. he kept at it for SIX. MONTHS. I transferred to another store. he didn’t believe my coworkers when he was told that I didn’t work there anymore, including new hires who had never even met me and knew me only as ‘the girl who used to work here whose stalker won’t stop calling.’ he got hostile. came by and confronted my friend Dave, who had been my supervisor when we worked in the same location and who had been there during my first and only in-person contact with my stalker. thankfully, Dave is a very good actor. he told my stalker, tearfully, that I really had transferred to another store. in the city. and that a few days after starting at my new store, I was tragically hit by a bus while walking to work and had passed away.
the daily phone calls finally stopped after that.
I had to FAKE MY DEATH to get away from this fucker. who I had greeted once. because it was my job.
this happens to women in retail often enough that some national companies have guidelines on handing these situations right in the orientation handbook.
hell, our store even had a special ‘I need help but I can’t make a scene because I would be endangering myself’ code. SARA. Send Assistance Right Away. if someone on the sales floor asked a question about ‘sara’ (ex: ‘hey, is sara working today?’) that meant call security and get to that coworker ASAP.
she is being paid to be nice to you.
the only reason she isn’t calling you a creep and telling you to leave is that she is so dependent on her job that she’s weighing her options: is he more of a danger to me than my loss of income would be if I got fired for telling him off?
Honestly, this type of shit made me scared to be nice to men at work for a long time. I worked at a library for a few years when I was a teenager, and it wasn’t a customer service position, but if someone looked like they needed help finding something, I was more than happy to help. But guys would sometimes latch onto my pleasant demeanor like I was flirting with them and wouldn’t leave me alone. And since I often worked alone back in the stacks, that left me pretty vulnerable. One day, after I helped a guy find books on military jets and having a polite conversation about the Special Olympics (I remember the whole encounter vividly) he followed me back to my working area in the stacks and sexually assaulted me. I was 17.
So yeah, don’t bother women and girls at work. They may very well have reason to be scared of you.
I work at Taco Bell and I can’t even count the times fucking assholes have run up my drive - thru timer and GOTTEN ME IN TROUBLE FOR TAKING TOO LONG because they wanted a goddamn captive audience to practice their creepy, shitty moves on.
DO NOT HIT ON PEOPLE AT WORK. DON’T. IT’S NOT CUTE; IT’S CREEPY AND RUDE. WE ARE REQUIRED TO BE NICE TO YOU. WE ARE NOT ACTUALLY INTERESTED. BACK THE FUCK OFF.
If we’re polite, we’re flirting, we want them, we’re in love, we were asking for it.
If we’re not polite, we’re called bitches, sluts, whores, why can’t you just be fucking nice all I’m doing is trying to talk.
Because I can certainly be a clueless white girl at time, it's taken the BLM movement to realize just how awesome, and simple, and profound Luke Cage's character is.
The goat one was funny, but the furby nearly killed me. Apparently OTHER people not getting enough sleep is really funny to me.
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Super ButtButt never follows me around. It's just that, five minutes after I go into a room, she just happens to need to check on something in there.* The boyfriend's cat does actually follow him from room to room. Actively. And gets really confused when he goes back and forth between rooms, like "Dude, we just got here and the couch is over THERE, NO, we just LEFT that room..."
*exception: if I go into the kitchen, SuperButtButt is THERE. And she wants to make sure I KNOW she's THERE. WAITING.
A lot of pets will ignore you, but only a cat will follow you from room to room and check your lines of vision to make absolutely certain that you can see them ignoring you.
fun fact: cats actually have very good peripheral vision and do a lot of checking things out with it. full-frontal staring into your face is, for them, an aggressive statement. hence they do that a lot when they’re trying to make you do stuff, like feed them or play with them.
if a cat sits with you but at an angle and won’t meet your gaze, they’re not ignoring you at all! they’re hanging out. they’re having chill bro time.
if you want to smile at your cat, look at them till they see you, then give a slow blink. this is a cat smile. if a cat only glances at you to give you a blink and then looks away, that is a warm greeting, like, ‘hey there, buddy’. be polite right back at them and don’t seek out or hold sustained eye-contact in friendly, casual situations.
trust me, the cat is not ignoring you; if they’re within your field of view, they’re Being Near You. a cat who is ignoring you walks away.
signs that are perceived as calm but are actual angry little demons inside: cancer, virgo, pisces, taurus, gemini
signs that are perceived as angry but are actually calm inside: scorpio, sagittarius, aquarius, leo
I do what I want: libra
Raging fire breathing dragon at all times: capricorn, aries
Literally no patience. Threatens to cut your throat every 0.5 seconds, then proceeds to cry: Aries, Pisces, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Libra, Scorpio
Stares into the abyss. Laughs at everything. Questions life itself and can't focus on anything: Taurus, Virgo, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius
Ahhh the brigade of hateful men who are mad that Carrie Fisher is funny and has a dry wit and is honest about how brutal Hollywood is to older, fatter women is coming out of the woodwork. “What a sour old woman” “Why is she so bitter when Star Wars made her what she is” “She used to be hot and now she looks like Elton John”.
I’m not a star wars fan but I’m absolutely a Carrie Fisher fan
Honestly, my life is mostly spent pointing out how horrible the world really is, in spite of our efforts to make it bearable. It's amazing anyone ever talks to me, ever.
"As unrelatable as the ultra-powerful brat as Anakin Skywalker was, Luke Skywalker is completely relatable. He’s a wide-eyed kid who just wants to see the world, something every single person can understand."
Question: Y'all KNOW you're not REALLY supposed to *relate* to Darth Vader, right?
The Star Wars prequels were all about answering questions. Questions like, how did Anakin Skywalker become Darth Vader? What were the Clone Wars? The problem is, that’s exactly the opposite of what made the original film so great. Welcome back to our Star Wars movie rewatch!
