There’s a lot of backlash against these stores for “ruining their employees’ holiday” but do the employees of these stores actually want the holiday? I have never worked retail (nor have I ever shopped on Thanksgiving or Black Friday) but I have worked in restaurants and we had more than enough people volunteering to earn overtime/holiday pay. (Sidenote, where have thinkprogress and dailykos been for the bar/restaurant employees who have been working on holidays for years? Will I also lose my progressive card if I don’t boycott my neighborhood Starbucks for being open on Thanksgiving?)
This whole boycott business just strikes me as privileged people with salary jobs and paid holidays telling hourly employees what they think is best for them and inadvertently seeking to deprive those employees of additional wages, whether its what the employees actually want or not.
Now if you have a problem with stores being open on Thanksgiving because you take issue with the feeding of hyper-consumerism in this country, that’s a horse of a different color. I think you’re tilting at windmills but I’ve worked against capital punishment in Texas, so who the hell am I to discourage someone else from fighting an unwinnable battle.
There are more than 37,000 public and private high schools in the United States, according to the U.S. Dept. of Education, and only 32 starting quarterbacks in the NFL, but two of those quarterbacks came from the same high school in Texas.
In fact, you could argue that Drew Brees of the New Orleans Saints and Nick Foles of the Philadelphia Eagles, who were awarded diplomas from Austin’s Westlake High exactly 10 years apart, are currently the two hottest quarterbacks on the planet…
And exactly five years in between them graduated 2002 College World Series MVP and 2005 American League Rookie of the Year Huston Street and of course, yours truly.
Tell you and your wife's story! I think I may have missed it.
I’m not a storyteller at heart (this is partially why I switched from journalism to law to satisfy my urge to write), so feel free to ask any specific questions (I also vaguely suspect that this anon is girlwearsmascara who I know IRL and who totally knows our story), but here goes nothing.
I actually started my tumblr around the time we met, so our story is somewhat chronicled in my archives.
We met on eharmony in February, 2010. I had graduated from law school and moved back to Austin the previous spring. I passed the July bar exam but was struggling to find a job so I signed up for the February Illinois bar exam and began exploring moving to Chicago.
We actually had our first date about a week before I flew to Chicago to take the bar exam. We met for drinks at one of my old favorite bars/restaurants here called The Tavern. We had a few beers and talked for a couple of hours and then went about our separate ways after a cigarette in the parking lot. I didn’t actually smoke (I had been a periodic drunk smoker for a few years but had mostly quit) but I wanted her to think I was cool because I’m basically a 14 year old.
From there, we hung out maybe 1-2 times per week and texted frequently over the next month or so until she made me commit to being exclusive before she would put out. Fucking prude. She also made her first appearance on my tumblr around this time.
About a month later, I invited her to come to dinner with my parents for my birthday. My parents had never actually met anyone I’d dated before, so true to awkward self, I sent them an email letting them know she was joining us along with a short bio.
We continued on a fairly steady upward trajectory from there, moving in together around October or November and we then got engaged about a year after we first met. My proposal almost went to shit as you can read a bit about here.
We then fought over having a wedding for a while. I really wanted to have one because I went to college at Mizzou and thus none of my friends are in Austin and this was my excuse to make them all come together for a weekend. She did not want to have one because her mother is a cunt. So we compromised by having a destination wedding in Cabo and not inviting her mother.
We then honeymooned (note, she gets really pissed when I called this our honeymoon) the following weekend by going from sunny Cabo to freezing ass Mizzou.
So yeah, that’s pretty much our story. We’ve now been married just over two years and things are great other than the fact that we’re completely fucking drowning in laws school/grad school loans.
If you have a follow up question, feel free to ask it.
hello everyone. i’m going to use tumblr to rant right now, since that is what tumblr does best and i don’t know where else to say this. please note this is not actually in reference to tumblr but rather to the greater world as a whole.
While this is technically correct grammar, it’s a stupid fucking rule that has nothing do with proper grammar and everything do with how printing presses worked a century before any of us were born.
This rule only exists because the typesetting pieces with periods and commas were smaller and more fragile, so typesetters protected those pieces from being being damaged by placing the larger quotation mark pieces outside of them.
So unless you’re sending your shit away to William Randolph Hearst to be printed, the only things inside of quotation marks should be whatever is being quoted.
"Your name, by definition, is yours. It is your most YOUR thing. It’s as much yours as your body. More, even, because you can change it at will. A lot of people are born with bodies that aren’t right for them, and might never be right for them. But if you’re born with the "wrong"…
It still weirds me out a little that my wife took my name. My mother kept hers and it just never really occurred to me that my wife wouldn’t do the same. Ultimately, I think she just wanted an excuse to change her middle name, which was her estranged mother’s first name.
It breaks your heart. It breaks my heart. Because that was me. That was you. That was all of us. Forget about reaching for the ball: Anyone would have done that. No, Steve Bartman is a man who, within seconds of one of the most famous plays in baseball history, a play thatdirectly involved him, straightened up his headphones, dusted himself off and sat back down in his seat to watch the game. The other guys, the ones there for the party, to scream and boo and drink and pick up girls, they’re not concerned with the game anymore. They’re focused on him, on noise, on sideshow … they’re not focused on the game. Why couldn’t have one of themtouched the ball? They wouldn’t have cared: They’d have loved the publicity, I bet.
Not Bartman. He’s here for baseball. If the Cubs had acted like Steve Bartman, had they put it behind them and concentrated on the task at hand, they might have won that World Series. They should have followed Bartman’s lead. Everyone should have.
I can’t believe this was 10 years ago. Sometimes it feels like it was yesterday and sometimes like it was a different lifetime altogether.
That was, and hopefully forever will be, the worst day of my life as a Cubs fan; the night both my team and my fellow fans broke my heart.
Many members of an audience of mostly Ole Miss students, including an estimated 20 Ole Miss football players, openly disrespected and disrupted the Ole Miss theater department’s production of “The Laramie Project” Tuesday night at the Meek Auditorium.
According to the play’s director and theater faculty member Rory Ledbetter, some audience members used derogatory slurs like “fag” and heckled both cast members and the characters they were portraying for their body types and sexual orientations. Ledbetter said the audience’s reactions included “borderline hate speech.”
Sometimes I forget that I’m poor, like when I drive past a Ford Bronco for sale, one that looks a lot like the one my 16-year-old self did stupid shit in, and start dialing the phone number in the window before remembering that I can’t actually buy a second car to do stupid shit in.
I’d like to ask you to imagine you’re me, Andrea Sloan, for just a moment. You’re a young woman of 45 with many of the most productive years of your life ahead of you. You’ve been fighting advanced ovarian cancer for seven years and defying the odds. You’ve endured five surgeries, three rounds of chemotherapy – the last so powerful it killed your bone marrow and caused you to need a stem cell transplant – two rounds of radiation and too many scans to count. You hear for a fifth time, “Your cancer is back.” The good news is your cancer is responsive. The bad news is your bone marrow can no longer tolerate traditional therapies greatly limiting your treatment options. But your doctor tells you about a breakthrough therapy – BMN 673 – that is showing great promise for women like you with the inherited BRCA1 mutation. This news fills you with HOPE. And then you’re told you can’t have it. What would you do?
I believe that most people would do what I’m doing and fight like hell to save their lives. I am a daughter, a sister, an aunt and a friend to many. I am an advocate for survivors of domestic violence and abuse. And I love animals, especially my horse, Heathen. My life matters to me and to the people I love. I owe it to myself to fight for my life, and I owe it to them.
I’m not asking for special treatment. I’ve exhausted all my other options. My world-renowned doctors at MD Anderson Cancer Center and executives at the FDA agree that I am an excellent candidate for compassionate use and that I qualify for single patient access. I was heartened to learn yesterday that you do embrace compassionate use policies, but disappointed that you don’t have one for the drug I need. I find it perplexing that a company as innovative as BioMarin does not practice compassionate use across the board.
You said in your statement yesterday that you implement compassionate use programs only when you can ensure that they will not inhibit your plans for a disease. People get cancer. People with cancer need the compassion – not the disease. I respectfully implore you to consider the moral and ethical decisions as well as the business ones.
Earlier this year, CEO Jean-Jacques Bienaime told your shareholders, “We are pleased with the momentum of the BMN 673 program because of maturing and improving responses, completed positive regulatory discussions and earlier phase 3 timelines than originally anticipated.” BioMarin Chief Medical Officer Hank Fuchs, M.D., has said BMN 673 has potential to be “the best-in-class PARP inhibitor” and “appears to have superior potency, selectivity, and bioavailability as compared to other products in development.”
I agree. I believe.
A drug study with advanced timelines and presentations at the premier oncology conferences in the world is a serious indication of safety, efficacy and success. I offer my sincere congratulations on your progress with the BMN 673 study. It’s not my intention to cause you grief or be a burden. I’m enormously grateful to you for creating this drug. I want to sing your praises and serve as a living beacon of hope to other women facing an ovarian cancer diagnosis.
I appreciate your consideration of my request for a single patient access compassionate use exemption of BMN 673. I respectfully ask you to make the right decision – the ethical decision – and help me in my effort to save my life.