My body is mine. I don’t understand how having ink or metal in it makes me unfit to do a job. How is it that it is ok to ignore how someone performs, because they don’t look like what you think they should look like? Would it be ok if someone applied this same concept to hair? How about skin color? Body weight? Gender? Employers discriminate for those reasons as well, but we don’t accept it nearly as much. Perhaps worrying about how employees look rather than their skills is a big reason the US is starting to suck at everything.
Someone needs to put them in their place. Like, no. You get to tell me when and how to complete a task, not how I should look. My body is mine. I can make it look how I want to. You choose to look like an asshole, and you work here without a problem.
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So much for your cute text. Ir wasn’t fall asleep and wake up next to me. It was pass out (near me, And annoyed.) and wake up in the vicinity but still annoyed at me.
“We dressed up as the book Madeline, with six people dressed up as her and me as Ms. Clavel, their teacher. One of the Madelines, however, was the truly special one…the one with the beard, that is. Our experience was hysterical—I’d walk all the girls (and one guy) down the street in two straight lines. Guys would be walking the other way, whistling or hollering at all the pretty ladies. Then, as they got to the back of the line, they’d see my friend Brennan, then they’d see me, and I could tell that they were suddenly wondering if ALL the Madelines were men.”
the last sentence
There will never be a time when I don’t reblog this because it is my fave.
(Source: moda-pura, via joshpeck)