There are so very few women naval architects and marine engineers that the second-to-last place my sister worked, they had to re-write the staff handbook to include women.
It is still, in some places, bad luck for a woman to touch any moving part on a boat.
My sister has badassed her way through an amazing level of misogyny, stupidity, and comments she should wear a skirt more often.
She's an expert in carbon fiber, wings, and foils. And today, her team won a pretty big race. I'm so unbelievably proud of her. And I just needed to say it somewhere that wouldn't get her in trouble at work.
Timelies all!
Tried a chocolate chai latte from Starbucks. Kinda underwhelmed. (Not enough chai)
I made a Jane Eyre joke about the 300 sandwiches guy and no one laughed.
Try the joke on us and see if we laugh.
Yay for Sox!sister! Both for the race and the.....other stuff.
Connie lays down the gauntlet:
Try the joke on us and see if we laugh.
The setup:
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Someone replied with:
Career man must sort through 300 pairs of jeans to find ones that perfectly fit his girlfriend to earn her marriage proposal
To which I replied:
"Reader, I married him!"
Even I get that joke. Come on!
I am the onerous taskmaster today.
Wait, there are people who DON'T love a "Reader, I married him!" joke? I don't want to know those people.
I am stuck in onerous task hell today.
"Reader, I married him!"
How can you not love a "Reader, I married him!" reference.
You know, somedays I get kind of depressed that I feel permanently single. Then I read about people like the 300 sandwiches couple and I swear I will never date again. Jesus Christ, I would set that guy on fire.