I was getting body shamed at dinner. My little brother ended it in one sentence.
My uncle’s been making comments about my body since I was 12.
Always loud enough for everyone to hear.
Always with that smug little smile.
This year at Thanksgiving, I reached for a second piece of bread and he goes,
“Better slow down. Boys don’t marry girls with thunder thighs.”
A few people laughed.
I froze.
My mom just looked down like she always does.
Then my little brother put down his fork and said,
“Uncle Rick, haven’t you been divorced three times? Maybe stop giving dating advice.”
The whole table went silent.
My uncle stood up and walked out without another word.
My brother just passed me the bread basket and said,
Eat. You’re perfect.
The worst part isn’t that Trump is out of his fucking mind.
It’s that everyone around him is too weak and too cowardly to rein him in.
If you ever wondered how Hitler got as far as he did, you have your answer.
Die geplante „Teilkrankschreibung“ ist ein bürokratisches Monster.
Schon jetzt können Arbeitnehmer arbeiten, während sie krank geschrieben sind. Eine AU ist kein Arbeitsverbot.
Der Versicherungsschutz besteht grundsätzlich weiter.
Wer denkt sich so einen Mist aus?