Santorum winning the nomination might be the worst thing that could possibly happen to him. He's been scrutinized before, but it'll be nothing relative to the muckraking that'll happen if he's a candidate.
I hope whatever they find utterly destroys him. The best possible outcome would be some 19-year old kid coming out, Ted Haggard style, and announcing that Rick Santorum did a bunch of whippits and gave him a blowy when he was a Congressional Page or something, and that he has proof.
I want to see this election end Santorum's career.
Throw Indian food at her face? That's oddly specific. "Oh no! My poetry is burned and I have biryani in my hair. Oh woe is me, Buddha!" It's scary how this sort of people always threaten lesbians with rape. That was the most creepy. Sure, getting kicked in the balls is bad, but it pales it comparison to the grotesque things this person threatens women with.
It's scary how this sort of people always threaten lesbians with rape. That was the most creepy. Sure, getting kicked in the balls is bad, but it pales it comparison to the grotesque things this person threatens women with.
Gay men get a larger quantity of insults and threats. Gay women get a higher quality of threat.
And, I mean, what the fuck would throwing Indian food in their face even accomplish? What if they like spicy food? "Oh, thanks! I was really jonesing for tikka masala."
And, I mean, what the fuck would throwing Indian food in their face even accomplish? What if they like spicy food? "Oh, thanks! I was really jonesing for tikka masala."
Tikka masala isn't even spicy, but all Indian food is spectacular, so it doesn't even matter. I wish I had a hateful, ignorant foodwench to fling chats, samosas, and pieces of butter chicken into my mouth because I'm hispanic. Then, I could commission a robot sofa and be just like Hedonism Bot. "Nadia, fetch me the mango lassi and the biryani! Oh, tra-la!"
And, I mean, what the fuck would throwing Indian food in their face even accomplish? What if they like spicy food? "Oh, thanks! I was really jonesing for tikka masala."
Tikka masala isn't even spicy, but all Indian food is spectacular, so it doesn't even matter. I wish I had a hateful, ignorant foodwench to fling chats, samosas, and pieces of butter chicken into my mouth because I'm hispanic. Then, I could commission a robot sofa and be just like Hedonism Bot. "Nadia, fetch me the mango lassi and the biryani! Oh, tra-la!"
I'm a simpler man, of simpler tastes, and simpler attitudes. Someone throws curry in my face, I'm going to consider that trying to start a fight. And, to be honest, it'd propably be a successful attempt, I'm not likely the most well-disposed of gentlemen when you throw spicy food in my face.
Of course, if a hot plate of lamb vindaloo met my face, I'd probably try to find a way to kill the thrower with the little metal bowl it came in. My argument was based on the idea that I could catch anything being flung with my mouth, or that, like Omnu said, the projectiles were delivered in the form of tupperware.
I'm really fucking tired of otherwise-interesting and cool people around me expressing interest in the fact that I'm taking a year or two off to get settled, travel, and get work experience before I start applying to grad school. They always seem to do this in the exact same way: they express the fact that a gap year sounds nice, before saying that they "don't think they could do it," before that becomes that they, "don't want to do it," and then rattling off an itemized list of why my personal life choices are a waste of time while subtly implying that I am somehow less as a result of them.
I don't make decisions about how I'm going to live my life for the edification of others, and I don't really give a fiddler's fuck what you think of my decision, or why it's "Not for you." I am keenly aware of the fact that my time on this earth is quite limited and I intend to make the absolute most of it before I die. I am not, unlike these people who insist on judging me, defining my future by my job; I define myself based on my character, the things I have done, and the adventures I have been on, and that's ultimately infinitely more exciting that tacking "PhD" or "MD" onto the end of my name a meager two years earlier.
I don't make clear my personal reservations on the standard way of going directly into grad school immediately after graduation to those who choose to do so. I refrain from doing this out of the immense respect I hold for most who choose this path. That said, I'm getting less and less able to put up with the subset of that group that chooses to openly judge my decisions while pretending that they're really talking about their own choices. I don't need this kind of negativity attempting to shift my mindset.
Fuck these people. I will outstrip and outshine them, in my profession and in my adventures, and the difference between us shall be measured in the number of regrets they carry into their fucking coffins.
I define myself based on my character, the things I have done, and the adventures I have been on, and that's ultimately infinitely more exciting that tacking "PhD" or "MD" onto the end of my name a meager two years earlier.
I'm really fucking tired of otherwise-interesting and cool people around me expressing interest in the fact that I'm taking a year or two off to get settled, travel, and get work experience before I start applying to grad school. They always seem to do this in the exact same way: they express the fact that a gap year sounds nice, before saying that they "don't think they could do it," before that becomes that they, "don't want to do it," and then rattling off an itemized list of why my personal life choices are a waste of time while subtly implying that I am somehow less as a result of them.
I don't make decisions about how I'm going to live my life for the edification of others, and I don't really give a fiddler's fuck what you think of my decision, or why it's "Not for you." I am keenly aware of the fact that my time on this earth is quite limited and I intend to make the absolute most of it before I die. I am not, unlike these people who insist on judging me, defining my future by my job; I define myself based on my character, the things I have done, and the adventures I have been on, and that's ultimately infinitely more exciting that tacking "PhD" or "MD" onto the end of my name a meager two years earlier.
I don't make clear my personal reservations on the standard way of going directly into grad school immediately after graduation to those who choose to do so. I refrain from doing this out of the immense respect I hold for most who choose this path. That said, I'm getting less and less able to put up with the subset of that group that chooses to openly judge my decisions while pretending that they're really talking about their own choices. I don't need this kind of negativity attempting to shift my mindset.
Fuck these people. I will outstrip and outshine them, in my profession and in my adventures, and the difference between us shall be measured in the number of regrets they carry into their fucking coffins.
Reading this gets me fired up! WUB, you are too awesome!
I'm really fucking tired of otherwise-interesting and cool people around me expressing interest in the fact that I'm taking a year or two off to get settled, travel, and get work experience before I start applying to grad school. They always seem to do this in the exact same way: they express the fact that a gap year sounds nice, before saying that they "don't think they could do it," before that becomes that they, "don't want to do it," and then rattling off an itemized list of why my personal life choices are a waste of time while subtly implying that I am somehow less as a result of them.
I don't make decisions about how I'm going to live my life for the edification of others, and I don't really give a fiddler's fuck what you think of my decision, or why it's "Not for you." I am keenly aware of the fact that my time on this earth is quite limited and I intend to make the absolute most of it before I die. I am not, unlike these people who insist on judging me, defining my future by my job; I define myself based on my character, the things I have done, and the adventures I have been on, and that's ultimately infinitely more exciting that tacking "PhD" or "MD" onto the end of my name a meager two years earlier.
I don't make clear my personal reservations on the standard way of going directly into grad school immediately after graduation to those who choose to do so. I refrain from doing this out of the immense respect I hold for most who choose this path. That said, I'm getting less and less able to put up with the subset of that group that chooses to openly judge my decisions while pretending that they're really talking about their own choices. I don't need this kind of negativity attempting to shift my mindset.
Fuck these people. I will outstrip and outshine them, in my profession and in my adventures, and the difference between us shall be measured in the number of regrets they carry into their fucking coffins.
This is the same thing I'm feeling about everyone's reaction when I say I'm not taking the bar immediately after graduation. Guess what, my mental health and financial abilities come before your basic expectations of "what is done." The only reason anyone gives for taking the bar right out of school is that you'll forget everything you learned in school if you wait too long. Wow. Way to be a shitty lawyer if that's what you do.
I define myself based on my character, the things I have done, and the adventures I have been on, and that's ultimately infinitely more exciting that tacking "PhD" or "MD" onto the end of my name a meager two years earlier.
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I feel like murdering you now. I came here to be angry, and instead I'm grinning like a bloody moron. Thanks for that you dick.
This is the same thing I'm feeling about everyone's reaction when I say I'm not taking the bar immediately after graduation. Guess what, my mental health and financial abilities come before your basic expectations of "what is done." The only reason anyone gives for taking the bar right out of school is that you'll forget everything you learned in school if you wait too long. Wow. Way to be a shitty lawyer if that's what you do.
Glad to see I'm not alone; good on you for not caving to what other people think and do.
My uncle (by marriage) never took the bar when he moved to DC, and my grandfather was always pushing him to take it before he married my aunt. It caused huge amounts of strife, but he never took it, and instead got a job in International Law with the OAS. Now, he helps negotiate treaties and is pretty high up at the DC headquarters. Fuck expectations!
WuB, I fucking love you right now. All my friends are worried about having the taking the right courses for college admissions. I keep telling them "Fuck admissions, study what you want!" and they don't listen. Glad to have an ally in the war against such delusions.
WuB, I fucking love you right now. All my friends are worried about having the taking the right courses for college admissions. I keep telling them "Fuck admissions, study what you want!" and they don't listen. Glad to have an ally in the war against such delusions.
Conveniently, doing cool shit that you want to do is also always the best way to get accepted into college.
WuB, I fucking love you right now. All my friends are worried about having the taking the right courses for college admissions. I keep telling them "Fuck admissions, study what you want!" and they don't listen. Glad to have an ally in the war against such delusions.
Conveniently, doing cool shit that you want to do is also always the best way to get accepted into pretty much anywhere.
FTFY, if the grad school and med school admissions board members I talk to are to be believed.
Good on you WUB. I had to go through a lot of the same crap when I switched jobs a couple years ago, even from my closest friends. I had a nice cushy job with Boeing, decent salary, and with my skills I could've eventually become a pretty significant figure. In maybe 10 years. I quit that job while unemployment was still on the rise to go work at a company for stock. I didn't make any money for over six months.
I could see it in everyone I talked to that they thought I was stupid, even if their words said otherwise. Why would I do that?
Frankly, I hated that cushy job. Sure, it paid for my living expenses, but the work was boring and unfulfilling. I quit to do real work. Work that is hard. Work that is still only getting me by financially. Work that may end up coming to naught. But it is also work that has the potential to change the way the world communicates. And if we are successful, I will be in a position such that I will be able to do whatever the hell I want to for the rest of my life, by the age of 30. Personally, I like my decision.
People who go to places like REI or Cotswold, get fitted for a backpack for the first time, and then tell me what to buy for my gear loadout for any sort of backpacking at all as if they're Grandma Motherfuckin' Gatewood her most-honorable self, really rustle my jimmies. I can understand getting excited over gear, but condescending to me about something you know I'm passionate about the day after you get involved? Don't fucking do that. You just look like a dumbass.
Also, I am an outdoorsman. I hike, I backpack, I kayak. Being in the UK has kept me from doing these things in some respects, but I retain the hallmarks of my craft. I wear my hiking boots every day for a few reasons. One, I am proud of them and what they say about me. Two, they are comfortable. Three, they're the most practical piece of footwear one can own.
Furthermore, I am a rather seasoned traveler for a guy of my age. I pride myself on my ability to fit all the necessary gear for three weeks of intense, pavement-pounding travel into a 49L pack and survive out of it with only three sets of clothes (one of them on my person). I'm also an ultralighter; being able to carry a homestead on my back that weighs less than my last set of textbooks is part and parcel for the job. None of your advice from your spring breaks in Mexico can help me hone my craft; I'd wager that the only two people I know that could help me do so are Churba and Luke.
As such, do not lecture me about gear, deride my purchases of bar shampoo or intent to wash laundry in the sink before I sleep, call my boots ugly, and then tell me you ordered hiking shoes. When you then describe the trailrunners you ordered with evidently no idea of what those shoes are made for, you just look like a fucking idiot with a penchant for insulting other people. Alas, karma is a harsh mistress; not only are trailrunners are a bitch on pavement (and we're urban backpacking!) but you also made the mistake of getting a pair of shoes that you're going to break in during the trip proper. I will enjoy watching the results.
The conclusions we can draw from this are:
1) One of my travel partners is a tremendous fucking poser who likes to play at being an expert on everything. 2) She's a bitch who cares little for the feelings of others and has serious potential to ruin this trip if I don't figure out a way to tune her out. 3) I will probably end up spending an untoward amount of money on absinthe in France.
Also, I haven't lived in Chicago proper since I was two, but I have affirmed Chicagoan privileges (courtesy of friends who have lived in the city forever) as a result of spending all four years of high school in the city. This girl needs to be informed that just spending weekends with your dad in a bourgeois neighborhood of the city does not make you "from Chicago," especially if you're scared of the subway and take taxis everywhere. Fuck.
This happened a little while ago but it still upsets me so time to get it out of my system.
A fertility specialist's office is for people having trouble staying pregnant or getting pregnant. The people there have usually been trying for years to have children regardless of previous success. That being said, people in these offices tend to be very private and respectful of other people's space. You don't know what they've been through, if they've had it harder than you, and quite frankly you don't know if they'll be an asshole like everyone else you've tried to talk to.
That's why the waiting room is NOT the appropriate venue to start crowing about how you just saw your twins' heartbeats. Nor is it the proper place for you to start bitching about how all you want is BOYS. Because, you know you already have an 8 year old daughter who is a super-princessy type girl and your last set of twins (that aren't even 2 yet) are both girls. And all you could ever want is BOYS now. Not a healthy baby, not two healthy babies with no defects that make it to term, only their gender matters.
I mean, those people in that room could've just had a shitty ultrasound where there was no heartbeat, just discovered their $10000 round of IVF didn't work, found they only have 1 viable twin and the other failed to develop, found out that yet again a cycle failed for unknown reasons, or maybe they finally have that 1 baby they've been trying so desperately hard to get that they don't even care about gender.
I've never actually felt a room get cold before, and she was obviously uncomfortable that no one was fawning over her and congratulating her on her new twins-that-must-be-boys, that she left to go call everyone rather than sit in the silence she created. For her to be so insensitive to people that were obviously in her place just 6 weeks before is disgusting. There were people there that would kill to be in her position of even having 1 living breathing child that made it to term and she has the audacity to not be happy unless she's having boys? Bitch, get your priorities in order.
She sounds like someone who should own several dogs, not have several children. This isn't like buying another goddamn Happy Meal so you can get that Pinkie Pie toy you really want.
I'll hate with you.
3) I will probably end up spending an untoward amount of money on absinthe in France.
"Men have a much harder time committing than women, and are more likely to cheat," is not a valid opinion, you ignorant bitch, it is a sexist statement. I am not getting "overworked" when I get really offended and angry about your fucking misandry, nor am I "easily offended." I am furious because you are promoting inequality through the perpetuation of sexist stereotyping, FUCK.
ALSO: Sitting in smirking silence when I say I'm offended is not a valid rebuttal, you unseemly and ill-read fucking bint.
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I hope whatever they find utterly destroys him. The best possible outcome would be some 19-year old kid coming out, Ted Haggard style, and announcing that Rick Santorum did a bunch of whippits and gave him a blowy when he was a Congressional Page or something, and that he has proof.
I want to see this election end Santorum's career.
"Oh no! My poetry is burned and I have biryani in my hair. Oh woe is me, Buddha!"
It's scary how this sort of people always threaten lesbians with rape. That was the most creepy. Sure, getting kicked in the balls is bad, but it pales it comparison to the grotesque things this person threatens women with.
I don't make decisions about how I'm going to live my life for the edification of others, and I don't really give a fiddler's fuck what you think of my decision, or why it's "Not for you." I am keenly aware of the fact that my time on this earth is quite limited and I intend to make the absolute most of it before I die. I am not, unlike these people who insist on judging me, defining my future by my job; I define myself based on my character, the things I have done, and the adventures I have been on, and that's ultimately infinitely more exciting that tacking "PhD" or "MD" onto the end of my name a meager two years earlier.
I don't make clear my personal reservations on the standard way of going directly into grad school immediately after graduation to those who choose to do so. I refrain from doing this out of the immense respect I hold for most who choose this path. That said, I'm getting less and less able to put up with the subset of that group that chooses to openly judge my decisions while pretending that they're really talking about their own choices. I don't need this kind of negativity attempting to shift my mindset.
Fuck these people. I will outstrip and outshine them, in my profession and in my adventures, and the difference between us shall be measured in the number of regrets they carry into their fucking coffins.
My uncle (by marriage) never took the bar when he moved to DC, and my grandfather was always pushing him to take it before he married my aunt. It caused huge amounts of strife, but he never took it, and instead got a job in International Law with the OAS. Now, he helps negotiate treaties and is pretty high up at the DC headquarters. Fuck expectations!
I could see it in everyone I talked to that they thought I was stupid, even if their words said otherwise. Why would I do that?
Frankly, I hated that cushy job. Sure, it paid for my living expenses, but the work was boring and unfulfilling. I quit to do real work. Work that is hard. Work that is still only getting me by financially. Work that may end up coming to naught. But it is also work that has the potential to change the way the world communicates. And if we are successful, I will be in a position such that I will be able to do whatever the hell I want to for the rest of my life, by the age of 30. Personally, I like my decision.
Also, I am an outdoorsman. I hike, I backpack, I kayak. Being in the UK has kept me from doing these things in some respects, but I retain the hallmarks of my craft. I wear my hiking boots every day for a few reasons. One, I am proud of them and what they say about me. Two, they are comfortable. Three, they're the most practical piece of footwear one can own.
Furthermore, I am a rather seasoned traveler for a guy of my age. I pride myself on my ability to fit all the necessary gear for three weeks of intense, pavement-pounding travel into a 49L pack and survive out of it with only three sets of clothes (one of them on my person). I'm also an ultralighter; being able to carry a homestead on my back that weighs less than my last set of textbooks is part and parcel for the job. None of your advice from your spring breaks in Mexico can help me hone my craft; I'd wager that the only two people I know that could help me do so are Churba and Luke.
As such, do not lecture me about gear, deride my purchases of bar shampoo or intent to wash laundry in the sink before I sleep, call my boots ugly, and then tell me you ordered hiking shoes. When you then describe the trailrunners you ordered with evidently no idea of what those shoes are made for, you just look like a fucking idiot with a penchant for insulting other people. Alas, karma is a harsh mistress; not only are trailrunners are a bitch on pavement (and we're urban backpacking!) but you also made the mistake of getting a pair of shoes that you're going to break in during the trip proper. I will enjoy watching the results.
The conclusions we can draw from this are:
1) One of my travel partners is a tremendous fucking poser who likes to play at being an expert on everything.
2) She's a bitch who cares little for the feelings of others and has serious potential to ruin this trip if I don't figure out a way to tune her out.
3) I will probably end up spending an untoward amount of money on absinthe in France.
Also, I haven't lived in Chicago proper since I was two, but I have affirmed Chicagoan privileges (courtesy of friends who have lived in the city forever) as a result of spending all four years of high school in the city. This girl needs to be informed that just spending weekends with your dad in a bourgeois neighborhood of the city does not make you "from Chicago," especially if you're scared of the subway and take taxis everywhere. Fuck.
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A fertility specialist's office is for people having trouble staying pregnant or getting pregnant. The people there have usually been trying for years to have children regardless of previous success. That being said, people in these offices tend to be very private and respectful of other people's space. You don't know what they've been through, if they've had it harder than you, and quite frankly you don't know if they'll be an asshole like everyone else you've tried to talk to.
That's why the waiting room is NOT the appropriate venue to start crowing about how you just saw your twins' heartbeats. Nor is it the proper place for you to start bitching about how all you want is BOYS. Because, you know you already have an 8 year old daughter who is a super-princessy type girl and your last set of twins (that aren't even 2 yet) are both girls. And all you could ever want is BOYS now. Not a healthy baby, not two healthy babies with no defects that make it to term, only their gender matters.
I mean, those people in that room could've just had a shitty ultrasound where there was no heartbeat, just discovered their $10000 round of IVF didn't work, found they only have 1 viable twin and the other failed to develop, found out that yet again a cycle failed for unknown reasons, or maybe they finally have that 1 baby they've been trying so desperately hard to get that they don't even care about gender.
I've never actually felt a room get cold before, and she was obviously uncomfortable that no one was fawning over her and congratulating her on her new twins-that-must-be-boys, that she left to go call everyone rather than sit in the silence she created. For her to be so insensitive to people that were obviously in her place just 6 weeks before is disgusting. There were people there that would kill to be in her position of even having 1 living breathing child that made it to term and she has the audacity to not be happy unless she's having boys? Bitch, get your priorities in order.
I'll hate with you. This is a good idea no matter what.
ALSO: Sitting in smirking silence when I say I'm offended is not a valid rebuttal, you unseemly and ill-read fucking bint.