This is just the ticket for International Women's Day.

(The bit about the colleague who treats you like a direct report, it burns.)

Thank you for reminding me that I'm not Morissey and also about the heart-sized humming ruby. I feel a bit better.

Also, great font choice. These are just really nice looking slides!

I have a few coworkers who could take PowerPoint construction tips from you.

I have captioned that first all-art slide with "The Patriarchy is like a non-euclidian dinner party where you want to whack The Man in the head with a pitcher, but all you can actually do is refill his drink"

I hope that's what I was supposed to have learned from that slide.

Wait, why haven't we fixed California's drought by all going and crying there?

A ruby the size of a heart saying "no" would be a good image for a tote bag in The Toast shop

"Anger is sometimes the most normal response a person can have to a damaging situation." Thank you. Going to stitch that on a pillow and only slightly pointedly gift it to my generally lovely boyfriend who seems to get very concerned about me feeling upset on behalf of women's situations I Can't Do Anything About. It's ok for me to be mad about these things. He doesn't have to talk me out of it. I can just be mad. I will make the pillow and point to it as needed.

Being responsible for other people's emotional states is very much a thing that I deal with as a mom. We joke in our house that "if Mama ain't happy ain't nobody happy" but it's also completely true, in that when I'm in a sour mood (think PMS and/or *very legitimate stressors* such as work and health issues) the whole house (i.e., husband and late-elementary-school-aged children) tends to come a little un-hinged. I struggle between "fuck it, they're my emotions, I get to have them (even if I don't like them) and I shouldn't even have to have a reason" and "Woah, I set the emotional tenor for this house, that's, like, this huge responsibility" with occasional swings into "I WILL NOT become my mother" territory.

Anyhow, I'd really love to hear how other Toasties (parents or not; partners or not) navigate these waters.

I wish I could re-re-tweet that tweet about the confidence of a 15-year-old that's smoked pot twice without using effort to search for it.

First art slide:

Raoul--listen to me. Raoul. Stop it. Raoul, seriously.
I can play the mandolin ALL BY MYSELF.
Raoul