Talk to your cat about catnip
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This picture has been making the rounds on conservative websites. I do actually find it sort of funny.
I like to imagine Bill Clinton and Barack Obama are best friends, but Obama is the “straight man” and Clinton is always getting them into wild shenanigans.
The picture alone is fantastic and should become a meme.
My dad has spent his life accumulating wealth, because to him, money is love.
My parents both grew up with the fear of not having enough. Their parents grew up poor.
When I was 25, my parents gave me a $100k check. There’s lots more where that came from.
The money sent me into a spiral of shame and denial.
Now at age 30, I’ve started giving it away to organizations working for ECONOMIC & RACIAL JUSTICE.
That’s something I can do, and it makes me feel better, but I know it’s not enough.
I don’t want to live in a world where money represents love.
I don’t want to live in a world where some people accumulate way too much - because they’re scared of not having enough.
We ALL should have enough.
I am the 1%
I stand with the 99%
All of these are great, but I especially liked this one.
Follow up - @TheSecondCity takes action.
Thank you!
I’ve been grumpy about this all day and this makes me feel a little better.
Are you outraged? Elated? Meh?
Ed. note: The PR/web department of the University dropped the comma, not the Oxford University Press.
No! Unacceptable, unclear, and unorganized.
Strawberry Basil Bourbon Spritzer Recipe
Makes 1 cocktail1 ½ ounces Bourbon whiskey
½-1 cup strawberries, halved or sliced
6-8 basil leaves, torn, plus for garnish
Sparkling waterPlace the strawberries and basil in the bottom of a large glass. Muddle with a large spoon and top with the whiskey. Stir to combine and fill the glass with ice cubes. Top with sparkling water then garnish with basil leaves. Cheers!
Photo Credit: Lindsay Hunt
Anne and I have christened this cocktail the Mushy Yahoo Palace.
Once you’re digging in it with your fingers to grab the muddled strawberries, you’ll understand.
God, I want this.
I need one of these right now. RIGHT NOW.
Office upgrade.
Dear Chase Whiteside,
Please stop making me want to marry you.
Sincerely,
Amber
(Source: chasewhiteside)
Things I love about being a lady.
- The parking attendant not letting me out until I’ll blow him a kiss for a picture.
- The men in my office explaining to me why I should just blow him off or report him.
- Having to explain that there’s no way for me to not come out of the situation as a bitch who drives by a “nice guy” every day, and the last time I tried to amend a similar situation it got worse until I quit.
- Being generally unable to get angry without tearing up.
In which I give up on humanity’s ability to do the right thing.
Proclamation: Progressives need to stop helping people.
Forget everything I’ve ever said about hard-working American’s who are just trying to get by. Forget what I said about healthcare being a human right or about structural economic discrimination. Forget all those times I’ve said that great nations have an obligation to keep children off the streets or treat humans equally. I’m done with compassion and empathy. From now on I’m talking selfishness. I’m talking me and you, looking out for number one.