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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
But I shouldn't HAVE to explain it at all.
You know, this is kind of like the earlier conversation about people being shocked! and appalled! by people who don't drink: Different people are different, and how hard is it to take a second and realize that other people's choices may not be yours, but are perfectly legitimate? I mean, seriously.
Different people are different, and how hard is it to take a second and realize that other people's choices may not be yours, but are perfectly legitimate? I mean, seriously.
Jesse, why do you hate America?
I should just get a tattoo that says DIFFERENT PEOPLE ARE DIFFERENT.
I should just get a tattoo that says DIFFERENT PEOPLE ARE DIFFERENT.
I'd like to get one that says "CAN'T YOU SEE THAT YOU HAVE INSULTED THE FREAKS?"
And this is foremost in my mind not just because of this conversation, but because I have a dinner tonight with kinky huggers.
I'm going to try to be a grownup and assert my boundaries.
Or possibly just keep a table between me and everyone else at all times.
This conversation should have gone in Bitches, cause, you know, "Hug it out, you little bitches." Although of course, that is a power play disguised as affection.(Piven did apologize to Kevin Connolly for the legions of frat boys who apparently see him on the street and can't resist shouting it.) I'm into hugging of actual intimates, but I hate when people try to take it there when I don't want to. And, you know, sitting, I'm short, so it's weird to feel all engulfed by someone I barely *saw* ten seconds ago.
Theo's interview went well -- it turns out Tom W.'s direct report is the manager (!!!), so I'm hopeful of a home court advantage, but there are still a number of other interviews scheduled, et cetera... so I'll hold onto some of that job-ma for now!
YAY, and fingers still crossed.
There's like nobody at my work today. And forget about next week. Where does everyone get all this damned vacation time from? Are they cheating and nobody calls them on it? Argh!
I feel like I should print cards and hand them out explaining that my boundaries are just that -- MINE -- and while I'm happy to see them, part of my boundaries is choosing who I hug, damn it.
I feel like if you came up with some that worked, you could make some money selling them.
Sounds like a hot prospect, Theo, good luck!