This ad was spotted in Paris by my homeslice Jasmine.
PEOPLE OF FRANCE: This pizza does not exist in Brooklyn.
Perfectly captures the spirit of Williamsburg far as I’m concerned
I lost my high school French many years ago, but I feel like that tagline means “You will part with this food urgently.”
I think that says,
‘You will partake of this food urgently.’
Also, I have the massive giggles.
So, you have to cut through the bacon to separate the slices? What a waste.
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This supercut (15 minutes, which is basically a miniseries in Internet time) shows everyone shooting Worf’s ideas down. Aw. Poor guy.
But for our fashion-related purposes, this is a really nice chronicle of Worf’s hair and how it transitioned from M’Lynn in Steel Magnolias to a luxurious crimped low ponytail. For someone whose head is mostly taken up by ridges, he sure can rock a lot of styles.
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No wonder Worf transferred!
Look, I know the Star Wars fans are having their lispy celebration today, but as much as I love Han Solo (and boy howdy, do I love me some Han Solo), this is a Star Trek blog and we will celebrate it as such.
I just cannot with this Nice Guy(TM) douchebag TDGS and I went to high school with. P.S.: TDGS your explosion of caps and F words all over the “women are liars” post was a thing of great beauty.
I rarely wish to null and void another human beings existence, but this worm needs to crawl back down whatever hole he emerged from.
(In case you missed Wednesday’s ragestroke and epic flouncing, you can see it here.)
Or perhaps he’s missing the point about how when a woman actually IS honest about her disinterest, some men like himself are unable to process the DIRECT RESPONSE given to them and instead believe that if they are persistent enough the woman will fold faster than Superman on laundry day; after all, women love a persistent man -that means he really likes us! It’s like the movies where the shlubby guy is a shlub and a bit of a socially inept asshole but golly gee, he has good intentions, and if that tightly-wound, dishonest bitch would just let him take her on a run in the park, to a concert, or to the ballet she would see how wonderful he really is.
As a former professor once intoned, ”you can’t make chicken salad out of chicken shit.” If you are being overly aggressive, as this “favorite rejection” said, then it actually says far more about YOU than it does about the individual that rejects you through their words or actions.
Also, women have spent countless years being told by so-called “nice guys” that “all they want is honesty.” However, if that honesty comes in the form of a blatant, yet tactful rjection, the “nice guy” ceases to be so and deflects his rage at being unable to land the pussy he feels entitles to at the end of the night towards the person that was honest with him, yet, “all he ever wanted was honesty.”
It’s time for a Friday morning Guess-um Game!
“Why don’t you get a job?” News Flash: Many students DID in fact have jobs while in college. Full time jobs. Sometimes second jobs. Those jobs only paid for expenses and books, NOT the cost of attending college. I worked 40 hours or more each week during the school year (nearly 80 during the summer), was involved on campus, volunteered, and managed to pull a 4.0 and highest honors. And I’m not alone by any means. If you think that’s “lazy” or “entitled” it’s time to burn your rose-colored nostalgia goggles.
“Why do you think you’re too good for McDonalds or minimum wage?” Finally, this is a generation that was told countless times by our parents, teachers, family members, politicians, bank landers, mentors, and adult family friends that we WERE “too good for McDonalds”. In fact, that’s why we were told college was a required passage in life as opposed to one of many paths. College was, as our adults so wonderfully put it, a counter to the “Do you want to flip burgers your entire life!?” accusation lobbied every time we made a mistake or produced a less than ideal grade.
We were told that student loan debt was “good debt”; it showed an investment into our futures, an investment that would most surely pay off, because it’s not as if our wise, money smart elders would ever elect people into power that, over decades, would empower business owners to eliminate both blue and white collar jobs at the expense of profits, bonuses, and shareholders, AMIRITE?
We were not the people who drove the cost of higher education absurdly high. We were not the ones who slapped a “Bachelors Degree required/ Masters preferred” sticker on every mundane office job, and still refused to pay a decent living wage. We were not the ones that decided that unlike other forms of “good debt”, student loans were unforgivable in a federal court. Apparently, the Amurrican Dream and the failure of such only applies to the individuals that want land and cars and other tangible commodities, as opposed to the imparting of knowledge and self-worth by an educational system that is increasingly resembling a commodity itself.
And now, as we struggle against defaulting on our loans, we are chastized for not seeking the jobs that we were told were “below us”-which is not only a classist sentiment, but an ignorant one. I have sought those jobs, and I am constantly rejected for being “overqualified”, as few employers (and rightly so) want to spend the time and money training an employee that they feel will jump ship at the next available opportunity, leaving holes in schedules and drops in productivity.
Once again, the self-righteous stand back to mock the ones they feel are less than themselves; only this time the “less thans” are their children, nieces, nephews, etc. Fuck you. I may have made a poor choice or two, but I do not hold all the blame. If you can get bailed out for your McMansions and stocks, you can at least understand the plight of students you helped drive into this mess.
I think there’s a lot to be said for keeping your own counsel. It’s not about being afraid to be public with your emotions or about who you are and what you stand for. But if you sell it off it’s gone. You can’t buy it back—you can’t buy your privacy back. Ooh I want to be alone. Fuck you. We’ve been in your living room. We were at your birth. You filmed it for us and showed us the placenta and now you want some privacy?
Look at the Kardashians, they’re worth millions. I don’t think they were that badly off to begin with but now look at them. You see that and you think ‘what, you mean all I have to do is behave like a fucking idiot on television and then you’ll pay me millions.’ I’m not judging it—well, I am obviously.
—Thank you Daniel Craig. Thank you.
So apparently the Obama administration is considering rolling back the rule on mandatory coverage of contraceptives for hospitals and clinics with religious affiliations. Generally speaking, this harkens back to the Fordham students that were absolutely stupified that their Catholic university would not offer them birth control.
When you attend a private university, it’s implied that the student has a good deal of choice as to whether or not to enroll. The problem with a hospital or clinic is that choice is often easily removed. Not every person has multiple hospitals or clinics in their area, and oftentimes the only option is religiously affiliated. In the event of an emergency, a patient is often taken to the closest ER available-not to the hospital that shares their viewpoints.
The administration has compromised once on this angle. To extend a compromise that effectively removes the individual’s choice in favor of the institution is no longer a compromise-it is religious favoritism.
You know what sucks about being poor and unemployed? Having to call in all of your bills and explain how you won’t be paying them on-time, or how you can’t pay them at all. I remember being young and, during our tougher times, listening to my father make the same calls. I never thought I would have to do so in adulthood, and the feeling of shame is immense.
On the upside, when you’re dirt poor you figure out what you really need. After spending an asinine amount of money on clothing, shoes, and food, I now know that even if I was Bill Freaking Gates I wouldn’t need those things. And that perspective is nice.
Congressman Barney Frank fer lyfe.
Never forget. EVER.
(Source: ro-s-aspa-rks, via ro-s-aspa-rks)
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In response to this.
If a university does not completely articulate their policies, they should do so, and a lack of understanding can be blamed on the university.
However, if you attend a CATHOLIC UNIVERSITY and are suddenly flabbergasted that the university does not prescribe birth control or hand out condoms, then perhaps you should have done a little bit more research on the place before enrolling. Not to mention that such universities usually post the Honor Code fairly prominently.
I don’t agree that birth control is evil- I take it myself and find the Catholic restriction on it unnecessary-something I was scolded for questioning in Catholic school. But this is a private university that is governed through its religious doctrine. Were these students also surprised to see brothers and priests teaching? Were they surprised by religious iconography on campus?
Yes, I do.
I usually go to a Macy’s or Nordstrom so I can buy some nice sweaters/ robes/ etc for the parents at ridiculously low prices (for those places, anyway). I don’t camp out in front of Wal-Mart with the intention to kill everyone that gets between me and my 60 inch LED. I don’t run like mad through Best Buy looking for Blu-Ray players, although I am totally guilty of buying cheap DVDs. And to be honest, I would argue that a lot of people don’t do those things, although there are plenty that do.
Yes, our consumerist culture is bullshit. I hate that we are told that we “need” things like iPhones in order to survive. I hate that a giant television, diamond ring, or car is meant to “show how much” one cares-what we SHOULD be doing is showing people how much we care every damn day. I have a problem that the stores open earlier every year, and wonder if Christmas in July will no longer be a thing because the real Christmas decorations will be erected immediately after the Fourth.
However, I admit that Black Friday holds a significance for me in the sense that it kicks off my favorite time of year-a time filled with family, food, and friends. I love Christmas carols and decorations and smells. I KNOW that family matters most, but I’d be damned if I didn’t sit around beaming when my parents open their gifts. My father will walk around in tattered boots to buy his daughter new ones, and to give him something he would never buy for himself makes me happy, and I know it makes him happy as well.
Unfotunately, I am dirt poor this year, and I can’t afford much. Instead of tickets to a play, this year I am buying the rents and myself a portrait session-we haven’t had family photos taken in 12 years.
I will also be buying some sweaters on Black Friday.
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Bullies Forced an Alleged Sandusky Victim to Leave His High School - National - The Atlantic Wire (via notemily)
#i don’t want to live on this planet anymore
basically.
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I just cannot with this shit.
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I feel like running down the street screaming, “FOOTBAL IS A GAME.”
“Take and eat my ass”!
