“If you’re one of these women, don’t worry: the (Supreme) Court says it’s still okay for you to sue Wal-Mart — just be sure you hire the best legal team an eight-dollar-an-hour cashier can buy. Because thanks to the Supreme Court, you will have to sue them as an individual — but the $420 billion corporation gets to fight you as a team.”—
I came home from middle school and mentioned that one of the few black kids on the playground got picked on that day. I’d even heard the N-word for the first time. Dad asked if I told a teacher, and I said no, I was just glad they weren’t picking on me.
“No,” he said. And his voice was soft; this was different. “Do your homework” this was not. “Whenever you hear ‘nigger,’ hear ‘dirty Jew.’ Whenever you hear ‘spic,’ or ‘fag,’ or ‘dyke,’ hear ‘dirty Jew.’ And take it personally.”
I feel like I dodged a bullet with my ex-roommate's wedding.
It looks like a complete and total 90s train wreck. I’m surprised a balloon arch was not involved. Her parents look absolutely miserable. As immature as this is to say, I’m so thankful I didn’t have to be a part of this wedding or deal with any of the people involved anymore.
“Mistakes are almost always of a sacred nature. Never try to correct them. On the contrary: rationalize them, understand them thoroughly. After that, it will be possible for you to sublimate them.”—Salvador Dalí (via maliciousglamour)
Luxury has changed a lot. In the past it was eating in a three-star restaurant. Now it’s eating home-grown vegetables in a garden or somewhere on a mountain, or going to a small cottage where you find handmade cheese, and just having a taste of that in open air, that’s luxury…