I’m at 68 hours this week.
One salaried FT job (which, tbh, requires more than 40 hours most weeks and requires me to buy my own supplies. Also I’d lose it and get death threats if people knew I was LGBT!)
2 part time jobs that vary from 20-30 hours together each week.
I’m exhausted. I’m burnt out. I was thinking earlier about how nice it would be to get injured in a car crash and just sleep in the hospital all week.
I’m a single adult. I don’t understand how people do this with kids.
I showed this exact pic to my students and they were convinced all the wasps are dead.
The rape scene is fucked up and traumatizing. Everything else that goes with that scene is fucked up and traumatizing, but the rape is uncomfortable (and I’m someone who’s seen A Serbian Film - I think the Eclipse is worse.)
just giving up and not even trying tho
When I needed that kind of help, it was pretty much inaccessible without navigating a complicated maze of forms and paperwork and unsympathetic bureaucratic officials, which are something I just can’t do when stressed, and I’m a fairly literate person.
Maybe this is a state by state thing, but accessing welfare as a single able bodied adult where I live seems pretty unimaginable.
Have you ever tried applying for public assistance? Do you think that a government which is already failing to enforce the Pregnant Workers Fairness Act is doing much to ensure that welfare is accessible to anyone?
My family let me stay with them about two weeks after my ex husband illegally kicked me out. I slept on a friends floor for about a year after. I was lucky to have that level of help. Many do not.
The way I got out of that situation was working (and continuing to work) 60-80 hours a week.
It’s not legal in the U.S. either.
The issue is that the EEOC is essentially useless.
What’s far more likely is a studio like Angel putting out a heavily sanitized propaganda version ala Prager U.
The last couple of times have had me wondering if I hallucinated the existence of the Philippines because I apparently don’t know how to spell.
ETA: like I immediately think for a minute it’s still like Guam and not its own thing?
You are hereby no longer allowed to get angry about “man versus bear.”
”Gorilla snot” is a real brand.
They are also working on teenage girls with the “TERF” thing. Pink fascism and SAHM trade wife propaganda is huge on Pinterest.
They’ve been repeatedly using SpongeBob characters, the Pokemon theme, pretty much any song they like…
Can we just say copyright law doesn’t exist any more for a certain class of people?
I relate pretty heavily - weed is the only thing I’ve found after years of therapy etc that turns my brain off and lets me enjoy things. It’s just so goddamned nice to have the option to enjoy food and music and just being.
I do edibles mostly - it helps with the cost and stink factors. It helped in ruining my marriage but it was doomed anyway.
Fred Rogers is the bar I try and constantly fall short on.
The idea of “vices” there is really interesting to me. What about weed and video games is “bad,” other than that they’re pleasurable?
I have the kind of mental illness where I spent 20 years feeling genuinely bad for stealing a stamp in first grade, but I can’t really see me getting stoned as a “bad” thing.
The Science ACT kicked your ass, didn’t it?
My divorce.
He had asked me to quit my job to focus on supporting him in his career after he graduated college. Months where my life was cleaning up after him, making him breakfast, etc…
It really turned into a cult thing. My entire world was him, and then he tossed me out. Financially ruined, no support from family.
But I’m finally on the way up I think.
I had a friendship with very similar relationship dynamics to that between the protagonist and Crake, and it helped me understand it. I also think about the Snowman a lot in the context of being a teacher in a world that is dying.
It makes me very sad. I love wasps. I like to imagine them as placid enough as to be able to be in that situation, and I really want that picture to be real.