“I’m basically a big butch lesbian. I hosted lesbian parties for ten years. And let me tell you, they adore me. A lot of my closest friends are big butch lesbians. Certainly my best bodybuilding partners: amazing, aggressive, powerful women. Very dominant over the males in the gym. Not dominant over me, of course. Unless they’re busting my balls, because strong women are ball busters. They’re just like the dudes. They are the dudes. They just happen to be dudes that are dudettes. They understand both sides of the fence; which is why we get along so well. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still friends with a lot of ‘dude’ dudes. But a lot of guys are just too rough around the edges when it comes to women. I don’t want any part of it. I find it grotesque. One term I’ve been hearing these last couple years is ‘body count.’ I’ve heard men say: ‘What’s her body count?’ They’re referring to the amount of people a woman has been with. What a pathetic, disgusting, wormy question. How dare you? This is an independent soul. This is a human that needs to be treated with honor and respect. This isn’t some piece of property you can put in a box. Imagine thinking someone is not worthy of you because they were a little experimental when they were younger, or even when they were older. That’s their choice. Leave them alone. A woman can be with whoever she wants, whenever she wants, however she wants. If you ask me, it all comes down to insecurity. A lot of men think: ‘If she’s had a lot of lovers, there will definitely have been somebody better than me.’ They feel threatened, and they try to make that the woman’s problem. What a sad way of viewing things. No matter how many lovers a person has had, they’ll have never been with another you. Every person comes to the table with what they bring to the table. All of us are exactly what we are, different. And that what makes us all so special.”
Third Uber ride in a row where the driver’s body odor is so bad it’s given me a headache. Please remember that if your job has you in an enclosed space with a customer for an extended period, you need to shower regularly.
This is what I’m talking about when I say “You don’t really want a pet wolf, they already make a wolf you can keep in your house and it’s called a dog.”
I remember when I saw Office Space the first time, this movie where the whole theme is that office work sucks, but the main characters show up for work and then immediately just fuck off to a restaurant for at least an hour and my jaw just sagged. They’re on the clock and they’re half a mile from work hanging out and shooting the shit and hitting on a waitress…? how are they not getting fired?
I’ve done both, and the whiplash of going from a job where I got called in for a chat with my boss for calling in sick ONE(1) day during the entire time i worked there, where I was still visibly sniffly during the chat, just so they were sure I knew they’d catch me for faking sick, and having daily numerical targets to meet and little graphs of my hour by hour performance, to a PhD where my supervisor goes “hey Bones what are you doing these days send me words” every, oh, 2-3 months is fucking wild.
Low wage workers are a) CRIMINALLY underpaid, and b) it was utterly humiliating and degrading to be treated like that as an adult. I’d never given them any reason not to trust me, and was frequently commended by my immediate supervisor, but company policy was that we be treated like we couldn’t be trusted an inch regardless.
