Oh you don’t think I can build a better step stool than you? Challenge accepted. I can navigate a construction shop much better than plenty of men I know.
“Choice” is easy for you to say but if you haven’t noticed, both men and women are groomed for certain careers. We’re told certain things like “women aren’t good at math” and “men aren’t nurturing” so I would like to argue that our career choices have much more to do with society’s standards and expectations than “choice.”
Less Instagrams of hot girls in running tights after a half-marathon and more semi-coherent 12 word/10 emoji mournful statuses about Paul Walker. Got it.
You must’ve not had the arm strength for that pole slide. The key is to get the right grip…you need to maintain a form similar to a golf grip. Except you know, while holding up all your body weight.
I shall learn from your mistakes, Brian. Fortunately my sorority house is dry so there’s no possibility of passing out there in a postgrad drunken stupor…I hope.
I agree. The people don’t get much better. When I move, I am really going to miss my only genuine social interactions each week which are with the Publix sub guy. He just gets me.
likewise, the guy that insists on saying “bless you” EVERY time someone sneezes. I prefer to sneeze outside the office now because I fear I’ll hit a sneezing tangent that will require no less than 12 “bless you”s.
What about the co-worker that talks to his wife on this phone every day? Let’s just say I know all of his personal nicknames for her, and I’d reaaaaally prefer not to.
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Oh you don’t think I can build a better step stool than you? Challenge accepted. I can navigate a construction shop much better than plenty of men I know.
“Choice” is easy for you to say but if you haven’t noticed, both men and women are groomed for certain careers. We’re told certain things like “women aren’t good at math” and “men aren’t nurturing” so I would like to argue that our career choices have much more to do with society’s standards and expectations than “choice.”
Less Instagrams of hot girls in running tights after a half-marathon and more semi-coherent 12 word/10 emoji mournful statuses about Paul Walker. Got it.
You must’ve not had the arm strength for that pole slide. The key is to get the right grip…you need to maintain a form similar to a golf grip. Except you know, while holding up all your body weight.
To put into perspective how terrible my team is, I recently lost to my friend who hasn’t set her own lineup since day 1.
When I mentioned how soul-crushing this loss to her team was, she said “Oh, we’re supposed to set that ourselves? I thought it was all automatic.”
I’m right there with you. Fucking Aaron Rodgers.
I shall learn from your mistakes, Brian. Fortunately my sorority house is dry so there’s no possibility of passing out there in a postgrad drunken stupor…I hope.
DC. The only fundamental difference is that I am a Braves fan and those people are Nats fans. I guess we’ll have to agree to disagree on that one.
Mint is judging you.
My cousins from Utah can really put away the booze but they’re Catholic, so…
I agree. The people don’t get much better. When I move, I am really going to miss my only genuine social interactions each week which are with the Publix sub guy. He just gets me.
It’s really not that unfamiliar, coming from a Georgia girl leaving the South for the Mid-Atlantic.
Gotta love that Bug Light.
But mouthbreathers, though.
Blowin’ Bolen. I like it.
That movie is the fucking best…the epitome of the American dream.
likewise, the guy that insists on saying “bless you” EVERY time someone sneezes. I prefer to sneeze outside the office now because I fear I’ll hit a sneezing tangent that will require no less than 12 “bless you”s.
What about the co-worker that talks to his wife on this phone every day? Let’s just say I know all of his personal nicknames for her, and I’d reaaaaally prefer not to.
I’m about to start working from home and I’m pretty pumped about the no pants thing.