I forgot people probably wanted to see these.
One more session in February to finish shadows and highlights.
This drives me mad. I used to work in a bookstore, and was talking to my coworker and he just yelled out “stop flirting with me!” at this ridiculous volume and it was humiliating because
1. I wasn’t
2. I got in trouble for acting unprofessional
3. He embarrassed me in front of a line of people
4. And he only stopped insisting that I was flirting when my boyfriend (who is now my husband) said, “dude, trust me, she’s not flirting with you” to him
That asshole respected my BOYFRIEND saying I wasn’t flirting more than he respected me saying it and I was the one who was talking! The whole scene got me in trouble at work. And the most ridiculous part is we were talking about a fucking book. In a bookstore.
One time, my ex boyfriend had a crush on some girl, and said that he thought he might have “a chance” with her.
When I asked him what made him think that, he said “Well, she talks to me.”
And this is why it is so difficult to be a girl and be friends with men who are attracted to women.
Can we also add that this is why a lot of women do the resting bitch face when out in public. Cause dudes swear a glance or a smile is flirting.
So yesterday something that perfectly illustrates this happened. I work at a fast food place and this guy comes in at 7am on a Sunday, still probably drunk from the night before, and when I smiled and said goodmorning he said “Did you just say that because you’re being paid to say that?”
I repressed my urge to sarcastically answer, and said “Nope, I just enjoy saying hi to everyone!” To which he responded, “Oh, so you weren’t flirting with me then.”
Dude, I’m not flirting with your gross 7am-on-a-Sunday-ass, trust me.
My defense mechanism when I’m uncomfortable at work is to smile, so I did that and said “Is there anything I can get you this morning?” to which he responded,
"There, you just smiled! What does that mean?"
At this point I was fed up, so I said,
"I smile at everyone sir, its just what I do. What can I get you, coffee, a bagel?"
And he said “I’m gonna be watching to see if you smile at everyone. I don’t like it when girls lie to me” and then ordered a coffee and a muffin like he hadn’t just said something at 11 on the “Is this guy a serial rapist” scale (where 0 is ‘no’ and 10 is ‘Yes, run away as fast as you can right now.”).
Then he sat there for another hour and a half, staring at me from his table. When he got up and left he came back to the counter, and said “You do smile at everyone. That’s fucked up.” and walked out.
I can’t even be innocuously polite and pleasant to people at my job (where customer service is the number one thing we are supposed to be focusing on) for fear of this shit happening. What happens if he had decided to wait until my shift was over?
New Rule: If she’s at work, SHE’S NOT FLIRTING WITH YOU.
Duuuude I was training mother fuckers at my old job and I had at least three dudes hit on me. One accused me that I wasn’t really married because I didn’t wear a ring. One of them knew I was married but just wanted to inform me that he liked me.
The least creepy dude? The one that was actually pretty cool and respectful (That I found out later everyone THOUGHT I was flirting with because I was being friendly?) just said “Damn.” when he found out I was married. It literally flew right over my head. He was embarrassed about it, I completely didn’t even get why he said damn. To me, I was just talking to my bro at work about shit. To him, a girl he thought was flirting with him just laid it out that she was married.
Please. Please. Please. Clarify if a girl is interested in you. If she says she wasn’t flirting? DON’T FUCKING ACT LIKE SHE’S LYING. WHEN YOU DO THAT YOU LITERALLY JUST INSULTED THE FUCKING PERSON WHY WOULD THEY WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU AFTER THAT?
Just ugh *flips tables* Teach your kids this shit.
Peaceful student protesters in Hong Kong are being tear gassed and pepper sprayed. They are protesting pro-democracy rights and simply want they’re voices to be heard.
You can read all about the situation here
Too many times peaceful protesters have been victims of police brutality in an attempt to silence them. This needs to stop before some even more serious damage can be done and by that I mean the loss of lives.
Pictures via BBC World News
When I tell you I’m on my way,
you respond by saying “just come inside.
The door’s unlocked.” I know the security code.
I throw open the door unafraid of who’s on the other side
and I type in those four little numbers so the alarm
stays silent. Silent like I have to be. Silent like I shouldn’t be.
Silent like familiarity. I wish the whole neighborhood knew
what we were doing. I wish the alarm went off.
We sit on the couch where you broke my heart
and rebuilt it the same day, countless times, over and over,
you could set your watch by our explosions,
and this couch was never comfortable.
One time last year my purse spilled open on this couch
and I lost an eyeliner pencil in the broken down cushions.
I wonder if it leaves black streaks on her skirt when she sits here.
You accidentally called me “babe” while we were having sex.
I felt your entire body, split ends to toenails, go tense,
half apology to me and half guilt to yourself.
Odysseus never really came home to Penelope.
He came home for glory and a comfortable bed.
Your goodbye kisses feel like “thank you”
when they should still feel like “I love you”
but I take them anyway. I taste her tongue.
If I could kiss myself instead of you, I would.
I think it’d feel the same way.
“I can feel my depression getting worse and worse. But there’s nothing I can do to stop it.”