Every time someone new starts at work, the game of politely sussing out whether they're an idiot begins. I feel like one of those people on Love is Blind who's trying to figure out whether they're talking to a fat chick or a manlet
Sometimes, I will go "I bet a tomato and spinach omelet with some spicy hash browns would be great right now" and then what I actually do is bake and eat an entire Jack's sausage and pepperoni pizza
I think my favorite thing about all of the "women in STEM" stuff is when the big defence contractors try to get in on the action. I'd love to see the board meeting at Raytheon where the "we don't have enough bitches making missiles" pitch happened
Just heard a pianist playing a classical piece whose melody I could recall, but not the name. Cassical music always has some bullshit title like "Opus 50, no. 18a, E Minor," which simply does not have the same ring to it as "Wet Ass Pussy." How am I supposed to remember?
@justalexoki While workplace gyms are often lackluster, a silver lining is not having to deal with this type of thing. The threat of being seen by coworkers keeps things mostly reasonable. On the flipside, if you rip ass during a hard set of squats, it WILL be mentioned in the Monday meeting
one thing i will say about the gym though is that the women are wearing insane clothes. this is literally what it feels like. like why are you showing everybody your entire asscrack. put on some damn clothes
Skinny privilege is not having to know how the lap belt works on an airplane. Short privilege is thinking the best part of not having a seat neighbor is not having to make small talk. As a twinkish manlet, my basic economy seat is basically a studio apartment