I propose anyone who claims a specific job doesn’t deserve a living wage doesn’t get to utilize those services anymore.
You think working fast food justifies struggling to survive?
You don’t get to eat fast food anymore.
You think cashiers and baggers don’t deserve to be able to provide for themselves and their families?
Looks like you’re using self-checkout from here on, even now that you’ll be buying a lot more groceries, since you’ll be cooking everything at home, since you can’t eat fast food anymore.
And you can count out eating at regular restaurants too, because those waiters and waitresses don’t even make the regular MINIMUM wage, and rely on tips to make up the difference, and are lucky if your cheap ass even tips the suggested amount.
Going into pretty much any clothing or beauty store and have an important question about something?
Tough shit. You’re now blocked off from communicating in any way with retail workers.
You can’t even get the things you need from the shelf - you have to dig through a special section of boxes that came straight from delivery, because the products don’t walk to the shelves themselves.
Minimum wage workers run a whole hell of a lot of the conveniences you probably count on.
If you, and others, so heavily rely on the people doing these jobs, why THE FUCK do you think they don’t deserve a living wage for doing them?
When you're in a position of power, don't make jokes using the language that the under-privileged use to communicate to the privileged.
A short column titled “Winning the Appropriation Prize” published in early May has sparked a small but fiery debate in the Canadian literary community over race, representation, and, for some, free speech. The column appeared in Write, a small magazine produced by the Writer’s Union of Canada (TWUC); in it, Hal…
An official from a European country told the Associated Press that it may stop sharing intelligence information with the United States if it could confirm President Trump shared classified information with Russian officials.
Eugene is telling this as a bedtime story to their kids.
Like, all I could imagine is this adorable little brown haired kid with green eyes sitting in bed watching as he makes this really dramatic face, and begins
“This is the story of how I died!”
and they look a little scared, so he quickly goes
“Don’t worry, this is actually a very fun story and the truth is, it isn’t even mine. This is the story of a girl named Rapunzel and it starts with the sun.”
And they both look at Rapunzel real quick because, hey, Mom’s in the story, great!
And by the end they’re both teasing each other and making sappy faces and the kid’s giggling and half asleep and
“There you go, kiddo. That’s the story of how we met. Sweet dreams, sunshine. Tomorrow night we’re gonna tell you the story of how your Aunt Elsa froze her entire fucking country because of her emotional issues.”
Millennials are trying the hardest to change this country and the whole world for the better but are always blamed for every damn thing
Okay, you know what? Sears was fucking dying and in danger of going bankrupt back when I was just out of high school in the fucking early 90s. Same with BEST and Montgomery Ward and who knows what else.
So the baby boomers can fuck right off with that bullshit because department stores were already going under before a lot of the people we consider millennials were even fucking born, okay?
Baby Boomer: (Sets their curtains on fire and just goes to sit outside leaving the flames to spread)
Millenial: (Wanders past at the exact moment the rest of the house catches ablaze and it’s too late to do anything)
Baby Boomer: THE MILLENIALS HAVE BURNT MY HOUSE DOWN
So I was debating posting this but I think it needs to be said.
So I’m a student teacher and this week, we started at a new school district. Now I won’t presume to begin to pretend that I know what everyone’s political ideologies are in this school district but keep in mind that it’s in rural New York State and rural New York State tends to run red. Not as red as some other places but definitely not blue and not even really purple.
Anyway yesterday was my first ever professional development day. So I’m all dressed up, introducing myself to other teachers, and I shake hands with the superintendent who seems like a really nice guy.
And about halfway through the day, he goes up to the front of the theater and he starts talking about the best ways to talk to and help transgender/nonbinary students. It’s the basic things we all learn in our education classes. And you can tell that he’s a bit uncomfortable and so are some of the teachers. And at last, he stops and says, “Folks, I have to be honest. My father is rolling in his grave right now.”
And I’m in the back like, “Oh no.”
And so he pauses again and then he starts implying that he was raised to have a very negative opinion on the transgender community. And he continues to say that he had to unlearn a lot in the past few decades and then he admitted that he still doesn’t get it. He outright admitted that he personally doesn’t understand how someone comes to the conclusion that they’re not their assigned gender. And he admits that of course he doesn’t because he’s never had to go through that.
Another pause.
And then he says, “But I don’t have to get it.”
The theater fills with whispers and then he says [and I’m paraphrasing here], “I don’t have to get it. I don’t even have to agree with it. Because it doesn’t matter what I think or what I feel or what my beliefs are. At the end of the day, the only thing that matters is that I respect that student and I respect their choice.”
And then he reminded the teachers of every single policy that the school district follows from letting any student use their bathroom of choice to changing the students’ names per the students’ requests to not telling the parents anything unless the student gives consent to do so.
And at the end, he brought it back by saying, “My father just rolled in his grave again. But it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter what you think, it doesn’t matter what you believe, because it’s not about you. It’s about your kids. And you need to love your kids! Love your kids! Love your kids!”
Long story short, this looks like it’s going to be a good placement.
I think this is the single most important thing about being an ally to any group, which I admit even I can struggle with sometimes—because if you can’t wrap your brain around how a concept works, the natural reaction to push back with “But but but!” It’s not always easy to accept as fact things you genuinely don’t get!
But then again, I also have dyscalculia, which is a mathematics-based learning disorder, and when a mathematician tells me the answer to an equation, even though I’m partly like “no seriously but how???” I also accept that it’s true, because I know I just don’t have the ability to “get” it, and that’s how I try to approach being an ally. Sometimes I totally understand and sometimes I’m coming from a place where I have a total inability to grasp the issue at hand, but either way, I can at least accept what an expert tells me, whether that expertise is on equations or living as a person who is marginalized in ways I am not.
A New Jersey woman, who is part of an organization pressuring GOP Rep. Rodney Frelinghuysen to hold town halls, resigned from her day job after Frelinghuysen personally sent a letter to a member of her employer’s board, ratting her out for her political activism. )WNYC)
Saily Avelenda is part of NJ 11th for Change, a group that’s trying to get Frelinghuysen to host a town hall meeting for the first time in four years.
In a fundraising letter, Frelinghuysen said the group is part of “organized forces” trying to “put a stop to an agenda of limited government, economic growth and stronger national security.“
According to WNYC, Frelinghuysen personally sent that fundraising letter to a board member at Lakeland Bank, where Avelenda served as a senior vice president and assistant general counsel, hand-writing on the letter, "One of the ringleaders works in your bank!” — a reference to Avelenda. Read more (5/15/17)
Oh look at that. A shitty old white man used his power and privilege to ruin a woman’s life because he felt threatened by her.
Let's just remember while parsing this NBC story that it was Donald Trump and Trump alone who decided to fire former FBI Director James Comey, and it was also Trump alone who went on national television with Lester Holt last week and declared that he had made the decision himself. With that, take it away, NBC ...
Rattled by President Donald Trump's increasing frustration with the staff guidance he's getting and by the administration's unforced errors, White House officials are desperately hoping the president's first foreign trip beginning on Friday offers a chance to reboot what's become a damaging narrative.
First off, the idea that anyone but Trump is to blame for Trump is hilarious. As if someone whispered in his ear: "I've got an idea, Mr. Pr*sident—go on national television and 100 percent contradict everything your staff has been selling the American people about the Comey firing for the last 24 hours." And then someone clearly got to Trump Friday morning and pressed his little thumbs to his phone to threaten Comey with "tapes." Whoever forced Trump to do that should be fired—IMMEDIATELY.
But yeah, definitely—send Trump overseas. What could go wrong?
Anyway, back to this notion that Trump's aides are the problem. Apparently an internal "paranoia" is creeping through the White House about who's getting axed next. Chief strategist Steve Bannon's star has reportedly fallen significantly; he even appears not to have been informed about the Comey ouster until the decision had been made. Chief of staff Reince Preibus, on the other hand, is working overtime to secure his future because working in this White House is just. that. great.
Two other sources close to the president say Chief of Staff Reince Priebus, concerned about being perceived as out of the loop, has crashed West Wing meetings in an effort to stay keyed in on comings and goings. (Although another source notes Priebus has been known for "drop-ins" since early in the administration.)
anyone surprised by this, raise your hand, and smack yourself in the face with it.
The Washington Post is reporting that Donald Trump shared highly classified information with Russian ambassador Sergey Kislyak and Russian foreign minister Sergei Lavrov in a meeting at the White House. According to current and former US officials, “Trump’s disclosures jeopardized a critical source of intelligence on…
if any of my posts deserved to get a lot of notes its this one
yooo it’s me, cat, your resident cat to give you some neato burrito information about what she’s doing in this video
effectively? mothercat is counting her kittens.
yes.
you see cats do this before they leave their kittens to go hunt, or drink, or lay in the sun, or whatever she’s doing that day, and they do it again after. it’s basically her calling, and the kittens responding. she’ll do it until all of them are accounted for. if she can’t find one (and she will know if one isn’t responding) she will become very distressed.
it’s also her way of quickly assessing her kittens. a healthy kitten has bright, happy peeps like the kitten here. a sick kitten would sound reedier, weaker, or unable to mew at all.
all kittens sound different, and mothercat can tell the difference between one baby’s peep and another. if verbal contact fails, she will use smell to seek out and check on her kittens.
me when the great wolf fenrir breaks free of his chains and races off to consume odin, signaling the beginning of ragnarok and the destruction of the world: oh my gosh, puppy!! come here pup!!! oh you are SUCH a good boy, let me pet your tummy
this is gonna come to life and strangle this man to death in the middle of the night
i am being one hundred percent honest when i say words cannot fucking express how viscerally horrifying this is. even if this is a joke the fact that he made this thing is terrifying. this is an image that would be used for an scp. im mortally afraid that this man exists on the same planet as the rest of us
Reminds me of when my oldest cat got the handle part of a plastic grocery bag around his shoulders and freaked out, so he started running, and it flapped and made a noise that scared him so he ran *more*, and I had to catch him to get him to stop.
