Anyone who moves there for "sanctuary" should automatically be left out of prisoner exchanges. Though I suspect they're more useful as propaganda tools to talk about how much better Russia is than the US.
frickineh
Not mine but my sister's school - it was the first year the school was open and they had full length stalls in the bathroom. And then a couple months into the school year, a girl gave a boy a blowjob in one of them and of course they got caught. And that's why the school got rid of the full length stalls very shortly after installing them. There were only a few hundred kids enrolled at that point, so of course everyone found out about it and any time someone mentioned that poor girl's name for the next 4 years, it was, "oh the one who sucked [guy]'s dick?"
Everyone has to learn what it's like to throw the wiimote directly at the tv for themselves.
Me, but with the embroidery kit I bought at Christmas because it looks really cool but it's also roughly 400 million teeeeny tiny split stitches. At the rate I'm going, it's going to take me about 5 more years.
My entire career has basically been an accident. I majored in history thinking I'd be a teacher because it was my favorite subject and I was 18 and didn't know what else I could do with my life. Three years in, I realized I didn't want to be a teacher and most history-adjacent jobs didn't pay a living wage, so I dropped out. A bit later, I started a temp job working for the state because I needed a job and had call center experience, did a good job and managed to get hired full time. Almost 20 years later, I'm doing work I never expected to be doing but it turns out that I like paperwork and I'm pretty good at navigating bureaucracy and explaining it to laymen. Can't imagine working in the private sector at this point. I eventually finished my degree (in human services this time) but tbh it was mostly just so I'd have one for my resume.
The biggest lesson from all of it for me has been that kids really don't need to go to college right out of high school, or at all in some cases, and I'm glad the tide is turning on that to some extent. I've enjoyed pretty much everything I've done in my career and I've benefited enormously by not having a "dream job" in mind. Education is great, don't get me wrong, but so is flexibility and a willingness to learn new things outside of school.
Plastic surgery, too. Fox "News" presenters have boob jobs, nose jobs, veneers, fake tans, and dye jobs, and they have the nerve to say people shouldn't alter their bodies.
I've definitely met gay men who hate other gay men that they think "act gay," and they're pretty much always racist and incredibly misogynistic, too. I can see them thinking they're different and special enough that the leopards won't eat their faces. And then they usually cry about it when no one wants to sleep with them.
To be clear, I haven't met that many, but as a queer woman, the LGBTQ+ community is sadly not immune to being as shitty as any other. I had to specify no fucking TERFs on my last dating profile.
It was almost 20 years ago so I don't really remember much besides learning that getting a tattoo with low blood sugar is a bad idea, but I don't think so.
My first was across my spine between my shoulder blades and the next two were small on the insides of my wrists. I don't think either was overly painful. The only one that really hurt was the part of my side piece that crossed on to my stomach. Fuck that noise. Tbh, I don't worry about whether I can cover them. No one has cared in years.
Eh, it was already a victory getting my mom to agree to this at all. She wouldn't be able to handle the "chaos" of it happening gradually. She's extremely anxious about anything she perceives as messy (and that would definitely meet her criteria), and we have a non-profit here that removes lawns pretty inexpensively, so I'm taking my wins where I can get them and doing it in a way that won't stress her out more.
We've already done our whole front yard in native plants, but we still have grass in the back, which is struggling because we live in CO and Kentucky bluegrass was never meant to grow in a desert with clay soil. My mom finally said I can have most/all of it removed and plant a native grass mix with clover next year. I'm so happy.
That's a nice fuckin bird.