If you only look at it from that angle, yeah. I bet the next generation of Anonymous is growing right now, though.
If you only look at it from that angle, yeah. I bet the next generation of Anonymous is growing right now, though.
He wasn’t, but having boundaries and being a do-gooder are not the same thing. Some types of criminals need to be kept in isolation to protect them from other criminals.
When I saw the title, my first reaction was to talk it out and explain your feelings to her. Once I read the rest, though, I changed my mind.
This is shaming and bullying. Sex is also a huge no-no. A supervisor should know better. HR is probably your best option.
I know that for years it’s been popular to say things like “HR exists to protect the company, not you.” In many cases, that’s still true. However, companies (and society in general) have become more sympathetic to issues like yours. They’d rather discipline people like her than deal with the multimillion dollar settlements that people like her cause.
I hope they are. I just don’t trust corporations/governments to take the major and expensive steps required before it’s too late, and I have a hard time seeing past that. Individuals can only do so much.
I don’t have kids of my own, and don’t plan to. I often wonder what kind of world my sisters children will grow up in.
People don’t think pot is addictive because it’s not chemically addictive, like nicotine or alcohol are. Those things actually change your body chemistry, and your system becomes reliant on them.
Pot doesn’t do that, but it can definitely be psychologically addictive . Virtually anything can be psychologically addictive, like video games or watching TV. If you feel the need to take a few bong hits every hour of every day, or if your desire to get high interferes with your responsibilities, then yeah, you’re probably psychologically addicted. Get help.
Getting wasted every once in a while is probably okay, though. People need to make sure they’re not like one of those idiots I knew in college, who insisted they drove better when high. They didn’t, and neither does anyone else.
Damn that was quick.
I’m amazed and delighted that Ukrainian troops have managed to occupy a part of Russia for so long. I thought they would be driven out in a day or two. This is pathetic (and hilarious). It reminds me of the early days of the war, when Russia thought they would take Kyiv in less than a week.
Dammit. You’re probably right, and I hate this situation.
Time to update the rules for LGBTQ+. Add “posts that contain links to Pink News will be deleted. Repeated offenses may result in a ban.”
I have tremendous respect for people who are aware of their own weaknesses, able to admit them, and maintain boundaries for themselves. Congratulations!
I’m not curious enough to try. The stigma and negative consequences just don’t seem worth it.
Local whenever possible. I’d rather heat up a frozen pizza than order from a chain.
Take away Russia’s balls and everything falls apart.
Edit: I guess I should have specified that everything in Russia falls apart. I’m not saying that it endangers the world or anything.
I, too, write articles about images, then include a potato-quality image to illustrate the article.
Glad to help! It could be read as the setup for a cheesy horror story.
Yeah. So sad that I didn’t like writing about it, but HAD to get it right, ya know?
The daughter’s room was way at the end of the hallway, so she had to walk past it every day. She was the younger of the two, but had become older than her brother was when he died. In fact, she was ready for college. I hope she got out of there and lived on campus.
Creepy in the sense that keeping the room intact was a monument to pain, and handling that pain in an incredibly unhealthy way. It’s just too sad.
If they just moved on and cleaned the room out, it would be fine. I’m not talking about ghosts or any crap like that.
I used to do HVAC work. About twenty years ago, I had to fix something in an attic, and the only entrance to that attic was through a large, messy room that obviously belonged to a teenage boy. At first, it seemed normal. Eventually, though, I realized everything in that boy’s room was kinda outdated. The CDs and magazines lying around had all come out a few years before, for example.
After finishing the job, I asked my boss about it. He told me that the kid had died a few years before from autoerotic asphyxiation (he accidentally strangled himself to death while jerking off), and his mother had found his body. She insisted that his room remain just as it was. She maintained it as some kind of shrine, unmade bed, jeans on the floor and all.
I couldn’t even imagine the emotional toll that must have taken on the family. Every. Single. Day. She refused to let them heal and move on. I only met the mother briefly, before I knew the whole story. I never met the husband or sister. I’m glad. Even if I was bribed to go back in that house, you couldn’t pay me enough to go upstairs. That kid’s room was, without exaggeration, the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Our (American) system of capitalism rewards selfish sociopaths.