It’s strange that there’s no comment from the company.
It’s strange that there’s no comment from the company.
Simple. You lie when questioned. Consistency is for other people to worry about.
Great…the Flying Spaghetti Monster just got it’s own version of Satan.
Wanted to play some games, didn’t have money but I did know someone that knew someone that knew someone that ran a BBS that had some pirated games.
Yes, I’m that old.
Don’t be a completionist.
But how do I avoid feeling that horrible sense of emptiness? It’s not done until it’s 100%…
With a built-in clothes dryer!
It is what it is
Means
This is fucked, but I can’t help
Right, which stops you from thinking of solutions and ends the discussion. But maybe it’s doesn’t have to be like that if you just talked it out a little more.
We had plastic cutting boards that covered the entire length of the counter that would become stained and dirty through the day despite being wiped down after almost every order. And since sanitization is vitally important at a restaurant, they needed to be cleaned somehow. The boards would be rinsed and wiped down every morning before use.
And if that doesn’t do it, try the trick I learned for cleaning the cutting boards at Subway. Lay down paper towel over stain, pour straight bleach on the paper. Let it stand overnight. The paper keeps the bleach in place and it won’t dry as fast. A little harsh, but it works.
Yeah, but then they moved all the factories to other countries. The public is now just a burden to them for wanting corporations to pay their fair share in taxes.
For Toronto, you have Metro Toronto which is the original city. The Greater Toronto Area includes all the cities that were amalgamated into Toronto in 1998, plus Mississauga and Brampton. It just denotes an area that’s generally included with the major city when referring to the entire region.
Decimate my fapping addiction? I think you mean exacerbate…
I quit every single weekday!
This post is far from being the first relating to the experience of sexual abuse
Yeah, and? So what if it’s not the first one. There’s no limit on the number of posts about sexual assault that women are allowed to create.
This post is not that. It’s a ragebait utilizing an attack
No, it’s women sharing stories about why they choose the bear. You call it ragebait simply because you put yourself in the group that isn’t being picked by women.
In those circumstances, calling someone to listen and ignoring them telling you they see an attack in the way this is shaped is hypocritical at best.
Yes, it is, which is why I don’t understand why you keep doing it. This is not an attack against you. You’ve been told that several times now.
As a wider point, I also say that we should listen not only to women (but to them too), but also to men,
Fine. Great. Let’s listen to men. But a post about how women are choosing the bear and why is not the place to insist that we must listen to men.
If your priority is prevention rather than pure shows of hostility, you better be a listener for both, regardless of the direction of abuse.
Right. Which is why you should stop talking about being attacked and just listen.
Fine, then I’ll just call mine Rosie.
You are not being oppressed just because you’re a man.
We just had to listen to black people saying what to do all along.
You’re so very very close, but you just don’t want to take that last step. So let’s carry you the rest of the way.
We just had to listen to women saying what to do all along.
You’re in a post filled with women sharing their SA stories and explanating why they choose the bear. Instead of crying that you’re being attacked, why not try listening to them. Not suggest solutions, not tell that they are wrong for choosing the bear, not explaining how dangerous bears actually are, not taking things personally because these stories are not about you or what you would do. Just listen, and at least try to empathize. That’s all. If you want to make a post to vent about how you’re supposedly oppressed, go right ahead. But this post is not about you.
This isn’t a real picture of the 80s. There isn’t a single fanny pack in sight.