I’m with Nordstrom.
legallyheidi:{Nordstrom Continues To Oppose Christmas Creep via Consumerist}
"Cherish your solitude. Take trains by yourself to places you have never been. Sleep out alone under the stars. Learn how to drive a stick shift. Go so far away that you stop being afraid of not coming back. Say no when you don’t want to do something. Say yes if your instincts are strong, even if everyone around you disagrees. Decide whether you want to be liked or admired. Decide if fitting in is more important than finding out what you’re doing here. Believe in kissing."
~ Eve Ensler, from her upcoming book I Am an Emotional Creature (via nyminute)
Using my voice
Let me just say - I rarely complain. Okay, lie. I actually complain often, but my complaining is usually misdirected. If I’m annoyed by a situation, I’ll complain to friends and family (and most of the time annoys them). I’ll outline what I should say and be proud of all of my excellent points, but I rarely use my voice and speak up to the correct people.
I haven’t really mentioned it on my blog, but my new apartment is wonderful. The main drawback and sole reason that I would not renew my lease is because of the staff and their poor attitude. I’ve been yelled at (yes, yelled) by staff members for various things and every time it was completely unacceptable and undeserving. So, when I noticed that the management office posted signs around my lobby requesting that tenants send feedback re: their experiences with the apartment and staff, I was surprised. The staff and management had been so consistently rude to me, and I’d witness them do the same to others, that I was surprised that they had requested feedback.
For a couple of days I toyed around with writing them a letter. I thought in detail about what I’d say. I had decided to just forget about it, but seeing those signs every day constantly reminded me that I needed to use my voice. In this economy, when so many of my hard-working friends are unemployed, it makes me mad that the leasing company is staffed with employees with so little integrity and such poor attitudes.
So, I wrote it. I wrote a well-written letter using specific examples that clearly outlined my valid points. I was proud of it. So proud that I read it out loud to my boyfriend. And you know what? He was proud of me, too. Not so much for the content of the email (although he did say it was an awesome letter), but proud of me for the fact that I was standing up for something I felt so strongly about. I was using my voice.
The outcome of the letter was a personal phone call to me from the corporate manager of my leasing company apologizing for everything. He said he really wished I had a better experience and hoped I’d reconsider resigning the lease. He also said that he hoped my experiences weren’t too negative to where I’d deter other people from signing a lease with this leasing company. I told him that I wouldn’t go around and tarnish their name; I don’t believe in that. I told him I do believe in taking constructive criticism seriously. Overall, we had a nice chat. After I ended our conversation, I couldn’t stop smiling. I didn’t really care that I received an apology (although it was a nice gesture), I was just proud of myself for finally using my voice.
"Weekends don’t count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless."
Bill Watterson (via boredintheburbs) (via jessicachu)
My heart sinks every time I see that orange envelope on my car, but this? This image actually gave me anxiety.
"We are not threatening to walk out of the city,” Gibbs said. “The city is the one saying, ‘If you want to continue partnering with the city, then you cannot follow your faith teachings.’ "
D.C. Council girds for fight on gay marriage bill - washingtonpost.com
No, that’s actually exactly what you’re saying. You’re threatening to shut down all social services and outreach programs within the District (which frankly, could be provided by any number of other organizations who would gladly accept several million dollars in contracts) if you don’t get the law bent to fit your view of how people should live.
If you accept public funds, you have to obey public law. It’s that simple.
We’re not asking to get married in your church. We don’t want to and we’re not going to try to twist your arm to be recognized in an institution where our relationships aren’t accepted.
But if you’re willing to put the well-being of the least fortunate among us - the poor, the abused, the unloved - in the back seat just because the world is changing at a pace you can’t handle, that’s just embarrassing.
Get your fingers off the hot buttons and try showing the world that you’re as Christ-like as you claim to be, for a change. It’d do a world of good for you and for us.
(via skimmingthesurface)
Preach on PZ!
(via notthatkindagay)(via adeandabet)
sometimes i feel kind of sad for dudes, because i don’t know if they can ever really know the pleasure of coming home after a long workday and getting to take off the tight dress, the pantyhose, the bra and the heels, and put on a pair of yoga pants and a giant sweatshirt and throw your hair up in a ponytail. i mean, it just feels SO GOOD to do that, you know?
then i remember that we still only make 70 cents to every dollar they make, and i don’t feel bad about our monopoly of that good feeling anymore.
p.s. yes, my sweatshirt says “slut”…salt lake, utah, don’tcha know? those crazy mormons.
DEALMAKER: You Brought Cupcakes To Work
What do you mean, “there are cupcakes in the break room?” How can you be so casual about this? Literally this is the high point of my week. Maybe even my month! SHIT, CUPCAKES? Are you fucking with me? What kind? A wide variety? AMAZING! Although, I bet I’ll get stuck with some crumbly little runt that no one wanted. OH- there’s enough for everyone to have TWO??? AHHHH! This almost makes the entire job worthwhile! I mean, I was about to quit. I literally had my finger on my mouse, ready to hit “send” on an email announcing my 2 weeks notice. You think I’m kidding? Listen, it doesn’t take much to make me happy, and if I can’t get a little more paid vacation, or even half a chance at a promotion, I’ll take a cupcake. It’s a little piece of perfection that fits in my hand and takes me away to a world where I am the frosting king. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go eat my weight in funfetti and laugh about how funfetti is actually a REAL thing that exists! It’s the small victories (and the small, individually frosted cakes) that make life worth living.
"When you read a book as a child it becomes part of your identity in a way that no other reading in your life does."
Kathleen Kelly in You’ve Got Mail (via mikhailovna)
