In what city were you first kissed by a person who would later never return your calls, break your heart, and cost you undue amounts of therapy?
How many people do you wish you could unfollow on Twitter but can’t because it would be a thing?
we (Mallory) demand satisfaction and this man will live to regret his actions
NOPE, never invite anyone to a product party, do not get involved in MLM schemes, stop talking about fuckin’ DoTerra essential oils on Facebook, the only things you should sell out of your home are recreational drugs that people buy because they genuinely want to, not bc they feel awkward bc you made them seven-layer dip, and you are their BOSS, come on:
My manager invited me, and everyone else in the office, to a product party which is her home business. It’s not a business that I care about or would want to make any purchases from. Yet I feel that there is pressure to go – it seems that “everyone else” is going and I’m pretty sure that “everyone else” will make purchases (at least one co-worker already has). I legitimately can’t go (I’m not making up an excuse) but I feel already that I’m part of the “out group” since I can’t be there. Is it right for a manager to invite her direct reports to her home business party?
#realtalk often web editors do not read entire longform pieces before linking to them, just get far enough in to find a good blockquote, but i read all of this one
“I Was Taught to Be Grateful for Catcalls”:
A week later, another afternoon, I waited outside the dentist’s office in Berkeley for my father to pick me up. A Honda accord came blazing down the street with its horn on cruise control. A hand popped out the sunroof, waving madly, and I stepped away from the curb, fearful — for all I knew the driver had lost control of his car and seemed to be coming straight at me. But there was a break in its erraticism. Only a foot or so from me, the Honda slid into control and cruised by, two men gleamed over their sunglasses at my legs in shorts and my high school basketball team sweatshirt. They kept on bravely, no hesitation in the car speed, no indication that they might have felt guilt for frightening me. They’d been satiated and I remembered to be grateful. They thought I was pretty, after all, and had risked their lives showing it.
Artie Lange had a lot of gross shit to say about Cari Champion on Twitter.
The Doughnut King of California:
Yet Mr. T’s is more than it appears. It is one link in a network of nearly 1,500 independent doughnut shops that anchor strip malls and brighten main streets from San Ysidro to Arcata, and that for more than three decades have pummeled chains like Winchell’s, Krispy Kreme, and, during its first California expansion, Dunkin’ Donuts. Perhaps the most surprising thing about these ubiquitous shops, and a significant contributor to their resilience, is that almost all of them are owned by Cambodian Americans.
is this too much to wear to outback steakhouse for my birthday pic.twitter.com/3OXRFmfp9W
— official wwe pilot (@pilotbacon) November 5, 2014
