So my mom and I have been working the same waitress job for 5-6 years now. She had been waitressing years before, but this is recently. Anyway, about… 15 minutes ago this guy she waited on left and told her to take care. Just that. Prior to this she had talked to him about Italy. Her people are from Florence, this and that, and she said she’s never been. She’s got 8 years of art education and she’s working a waitress job. It’s pretty… Sad and disappointing, I guess. Her and my father divorced 6 years ago and she hasn’t had a real job ever. Just been stuck in a small town she’s not from.
This man who we have never seen before tipped her 1000 dollars for a trip to Italy. Walked out, not another word.
…you know. Just when I start to lose faith in humanity….Hm.
Saw this so long ago but it’s unbelievably relevant. Not just Hollywood, but many record companies that force their will on the artists that are actually really good.
No, but Kesha is the biggest parody artist. She has a genius IQ and took classes at the local community college for fun. She was in college when she decided to just write shitty pop songs and have fun. She sings the songs she does because she wants to. If she wanted to make her money by selling things like this she would. But she has fun with what she does and challenges the idea that women can’t like sex, partying, and drinking while she’s at it.
Kesha is my babygirl and I will defend her to the death
So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
Okay, but they have to let Daenerys join and rule as a triumvirate when she gets to Westeros.
Daenerys burns all their enemies and drives off the white walkers and Margery is a cunning politician that solves hunger in Westeros and Sansa holds lovely dinner parties and makes friends with all these useful people by being a charming young lady
and together they rule the Seven Kingdoms with an iron fist
(and Sansa and Marg ride Rhaegal and Viserion respectively alongside Dany on Drogon)