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standinginqueue

Bahaha

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elven-child

friendly reminder that people you consider rays of sunshine can:

get pissed

get stressed

experience negative emotions

cry

feel rebellious

be done with everyone’s shit

be too tired for anything

feel overwhelmed

need to be comforted

get furious and demand to be taken seriously

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its-ok-to-smile

Ok but the fact that you can’t actually hear how it was said doesn’t do this scene justice:

#wtf #lol

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gayassjana

I’m losing my SHIT

psiotechniqa

This is some magical shit

theshitopinionsofsomeasswipeblm

The sad thing is, I don’t know who’s the bigger idiot.

psiotechniqa

I would argue its the Kara person - because she doesn’t it. Mike is pointing out the obvious

lesbianatlarge

the obvious? what do you mean?

psiotechniqa

that she played ignorant, was treated accordingly, and that it was silly that she took offense over being deceptive about her understanding

lesbianatlarge

could you explain further? I’m not sure I understand your meaning

sailordathomir

I’ve never seen two murders in one post before.

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profeminist

Tampons are a “luxury item”

gehayi

Once I worked as an intern in the state capital. One of the representatives I worked for was this middle-aged guy. And he hated the tampon and napkin machines in the women’s bathrooms. Hated them. He insisted that they weren’t necessary.

I found out why after I’d been working there, oh, about a month. My period started suddenly, as it sometimes does, and I asked to excuse myself to go to the ladies’ room. He wanted to know why. I told him.

He started ranting about how lazy women were. How we wasted time. How we were so careless and unhygenic, and that there was no call for that. He finished by telling me that I certainly was NOT going to the ladies’ room and that I was just going to sit there and work. He finished this off with a decisive nod, as if I’d just been told and there could be no possible argument.

“If I don’t go,” I said in an overly patient tone, “the blood is going to soak through my pants, stain my new skirt that I just bought, and possibly get on this chair I’m sitting in. I need something to soak up the blood. That’s why I need to go to the bathroom.”

His face turned oatmeal-gray; an expression of pure horror spread across his face. He leaned forward and whispered, “Wait, you mean that if you don’t go, you’ll just keep on bleeding? I thought that women could turn it off any time that they wanted!”

I thought, You have got to be kidding.

Several horrified whispers later, I learned that he wasn’t. He actually thought a) that women could shut down the menstrual cycle at will, b) that we essentially picked a week per month to spend more time in the bathroom, i.e. to goof off, and c) that napkins and tampons were sex toys paid for by Health and Human Services. I didn’t know the term then, but he believed that tampons were dildos. Which was why he and a good number of his friends considered them luxuries.

And that’s how, at twenty, I had to give a talk on menstruation to a middle-aged married state representative who was one of my bosses. American politics, ladies and gentlemen.