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phan-is-sempiternal: mousathe14: gehayi: profeminist: Tampons are a “luxury item” Once I worked as an intern in the state capital. One of the representatives I worked for was this middle-aged guy. And he hated the tampon and napkin machines in the women’s bathrooms. Hated them. He insisted that they weren’t necessary. I found out why after I’d been working there, oh, about a month. My period started suddenly, as it sometimes does, and I asked to excuse myself to go to the ladies’ room. He wanted to know why. I told him. He started ranting about how lazy women were. How we wasted time. How we were so careless and unhygenic, and that there was no call for that. He finished by telling me that I certainly was NOT going to the ladies’ room and that I was just going to sit there and work. He finished this off with a decisive nod, as if I’d just been told and there could be no possible argument. “If I don’t go,” I said in an overly patient tone, “the blood is going to soak through my pants, stain my new skirt that I just bought, and possibly get on this chair I’m sitting in. I need something to soak up the blood. That’s why I need to go to the bathroom.” His face turned oatmeal-gray; an expression of pure horror spread across his face. He leaned forward and whispered, “Wait, you mean that if you don’t go, you’ll just keep on bleeding? I thought that women could turn it off any time that they wanted!” I thought,  You have got to be kidding. Several horrified whispers later, I learned that he wasn’t. He actually thought a) that women could shut down the menstrual cycle at will, b) that we essentially picked a week per month to spend more time in the bathroom, i.e. to goof off, and c) that napkins and tampons were sex toys paid for by Health and Human Services. I didn’t know the term then, but he believed that tampons were dildos. Which was why he and a good number of his friends considered them luxuries. And that’s how, at twenty, I had to give a talk on menstruation to a middle-aged married state representative who was one of my bosses. American politics, ladies and gentlemen. That’s.., that’s insane. what the fuck did i just read : LUXURY TAX ALK PARK PLACE PAY $75.00 phan-is-sempiternal: mousathe14: gehayi: profeminist: Tampons are a “luxury item” Once I worked as an intern in the state capital. One of the representatives I worked for was this middle-aged guy. And he hated the tampon and napkin machines in the women’s bathrooms. Hated them. He insisted that they weren’t necessary. I found out why after I’d been working there, oh, about a month. My period started suddenly, as it sometimes does, and I asked to excuse myself to go to the ladies’ room. He wanted to know why. I told him. He started ranting about how lazy women were. How we wasted time. How we were so careless and unhygenic, and that there was no call for that. He finished by telling me that I certainly was NOT going to the ladies’ room and that I was just going to sit there and work. He finished this off with a decisive nod, as if I’d just been told and there could be no possible argument. “If I don’t go,” I said in an overly patient tone, “the blood is going to soak through my pants, stain my new skirt that I just bought, and possibly get on this chair I’m sitting in. I need something to soak up the blood. That’s why I need to go to the bathroom.” His face turned oatmeal-gray; an expression of pure horror spread across his face. He leaned forward and whispered, “Wait, you mean that if you don’t go, you’ll just keep on bleeding? I thought that women could turn it off any time that they wanted!” I thought,  You have got to be kidding. Several horrified whispers later, I learned that he wasn’t. He actually thought a) that women could shut down the menstrual cycle at will, b) that we essentially picked a week per month to spend more time in the bathroom, i.e. to goof off, and c) that napkins and tampons were sex toys paid for by Health and Human Services. I didn’t know the term then, but he believed that tampons were dildos. Which was why he and a good number of his friends considered them luxuries. And that’s how, at twenty, I had to give a talk on menstruation to a middle-aged married state representative who was one of my bosses. American politics, ladies and gentlemen. That’s.., that’s insane. what the fuck did i just read
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phan-is-sempiternal: mousathe14: gehayi: profeminist: Tampons are a “luxury item” Once I worked as an intern in the state capital. One of the representatives I worked for was this middle-aged guy. And he hated the tampon and napkin machines in the women’s bathrooms. Hated them. He insisted that they weren’t necessary. I found out why after I’d been working there, oh, about a month. My period started suddenly, as it sometimes does, and I asked to excuse myself to go to the ladies’ room. He wanted to know why. I told him. He started ranting about how lazy women were. How we wasted time. How we were so careless and unhygenic, and that there was no call for that. He finished by telling me that I certainly was NOT going to the ladies’ room and that I was just going to sit there and work. He finished this off with a decisive nod, as if I’d just been told and there could be no possible argument. “If I don’t go,” I said in an overly patient tone, “the blood is going to soak through my pants, stain my new skirt that I just bought, and possibly get on this chair I’m sitting in. I need something to soak up the blood. That’s why I need to go to the bathroom.” His face turned oatmeal-gray; an expression of pure horror spread across his face. He leaned forward and whispered, “Wait, you mean that if you don’t go, you’ll just keep on bleeding? I thought that women could turn it off any time that they wanted!” I thought,  You have got to be kidding. Several horrified whispers later, I learned that he wasn’t. He actually thought a) that women could shut down the menstrual cycle at will, b) that we essentially picked a week per month to spend more time in the bathroom, i.e. to goof off, and c) that napkins and tampons were sex toys paid for by Health and Human Services. I didn’t know the term then, but he believed that tampons were dildos. Which was why he and a good number of his friends considered them luxuries. And that’s how, at twenty, I had to give a talk on menstruation to a middle-aged married state representative who was one of my bosses. American politics, ladies and gentlemen. That’s.., that’s insane. what the fuck did i just read : LUXURY TAX ALK PARK PLACE PAY $75.00 phan-is-sempiternal: mousathe14: gehayi: profeminist: Tampons are a “luxury item” Once I worked as an intern in the state capital. One of the representatives I worked for was this middle-aged guy. And he hated the tampon and napkin machines in the women’s bathrooms. Hated them. He insisted that they weren’t necessary. I found out why after I’d been working there, oh, about a month. My period started suddenly, as it sometimes does, and I asked to excuse myself to go to the ladies’ room. He wanted to know why. I told him. He started ranting about how lazy women were. How we wasted time. How we were so careless and unhygenic, and that there was no call for that. He finished by telling me that I certainly was NOT going to the ladies’ room and that I was just going to sit there and work. He finished this off with a decisive nod, as if I’d just been told and there could be no possible argument. “If I don’t go,” I said in an overly patient tone, “the blood is going to soak through my pants, stain my new skirt that I just bought, and possibly get on this chair I’m sitting in. I need something to soak up the blood. That’s why I need to go to the bathroom.” His face turned oatmeal-gray; an expression of pure horror spread across his face. He leaned forward and whispered, “Wait, you mean that if you don’t go, you’ll just keep on bleeding? I thought that women could turn it off any time that they wanted!” I thought,  You have got to be kidding. Several horrified whispers later, I learned that he wasn’t. He actually thought a) that women could shut down the menstrual cycle at will, b) that we essentially picked a week per month to spend more time in the bathroom, i.e. to goof off, and c) that napkins and tampons were sex toys paid for by Health and Human Services. I didn’t know the term then, but he believed that tampons were dildos. Which was why he and a good number of his friends considered them luxuries. And that’s how, at twenty, I had to give a talk on menstruation to a middle-aged married state representative who was one of my bosses. American politics, ladies and gentlemen. That’s.., that’s insane. what the fuck did i just read
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Oh. My. God.: PARK LUXURY TAX PLACE ALK PAY $75.00 annevoh hill46 xoreanne han-is-sempiternal gehavi profeminist Tampons are a "luxury item" That is sexist and absurd Once I worked as an intern in the state capital. One of the representatives I worked for was this middle-aged guy. And he hated the tampon and napkin machines in the women's bathrooms. Hated them. He insisted that they weren't necessary I found out why after l'd been working there, oh, abouta month. My period started suddenly, as it sometimes does, and I asked to excuse myself to go to the ladies' room. He wanted to know why. I told him He started ranting about how lazy women were. How we wasted time. How we were so careless and unhygenic, and that there was no call for that. He finished by telling me that I certainly was NOT going to the ladies room and that I was just going to sit there and work. He finished this off with a decisive nod, as if d just been told and there could be no possible argument. If I don't go," said in an overly patient tone, "the blood is going to soak through my pants, stain my new skirt that I just bought, and possibly get on this chair I'm sitting in. I need something to soak up the blood. That's why I need to go to the bathroom." His face turned oatmeal-gray; an expression of pure horror spread across his face. He leaned forward and whispered, "Wait, you mean that if you don't go, you'll just keep on bleeding? I thought that women could turn it off any time that they wanted!" l thought, You have got to be kidding Several horrified whispers later, I learned that he wasnt. He actually thought a) that women could shut down the menstrual cycle at will, b) that we essentially picked a week per month to spend more time in the bathroom, i.e. to goof off, and c) that napkins and tampons were sex toys paid for by Health and Human Services. I didn't know the term then but he believed that tampons were dildos. Which was why he and a good number of his friends considered them luxuries And that's how, at twenty, I had to give a talk orn menstruation to a middle-aged married state representative who was one of my bosses. American politics, ladies and gentlemen That's.., that's insane what the fuck did i just read bruh Sex education should be enforced in school and the female anatomy should be included in the curriculum in depth What? Tha My fucking goddddddd that's crazy that so many men do not understand how a menstrual cycle works and why napkins and tampons are necessary Like, sir, if we could just turn it off whenever do you seriously think we would ever turn this shit on??? promise you, unless I was legit trying to create another human my uterus would STAY on 'do not disturb'! Photoset February 21, 2016 0 Comments 280 .584 notes Oh. My. God.
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<p><a href="http://thepagejakeenglish.tumblr.com/post/126931913009/what-the-fuck-did-i-just-read" class="tumblr_blog">thepagejakeenglish</a>:</p><blockquote><p>WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST READ</p></blockquote> <p>Tumblr can’t program an app for shit because they’re too busy writing fanfiction about themselves.</p>: Available Updates Tumblr Version 4.3.1, 27.3 MB Aug 17, 2015 UPDATE "4.3?" roared David Karp across the boardroom table. He spun on his heels, turning his back to the board. His shoulder muscles rippled through his gingham shirt. "4.3? We can do better than that. We HAVE to do better than that." The boardroom broke into murmurs. They had done everything right with 4.3. The entire company, top to bottom, had signed off on it. The research was there. It was focus-grouped for ten months straight. It was a sure-fire hit. An executive VP piped up. "But, David, 4.3 is the most market-tested product we've ever released! The approval numbers are off the charts!" David's hand came smashing down on the luxurious mahogany slab. Glasses rattled. A ballpoint pen was sent flying. "l don't give a darn about the numbers! What happened to doing something because you gave a flying flip about it? What happened to the passion? Numbers? The others guys can have numbers. We've gotta have passion, or we're not worth the CD-ROMs we're printed on. Passion. That's what it's all about. That's why we're all here." David gestured behind him, toward the plate-glass window, the Manhattan skyline sparkling beyond. "We do it for them For the common man. The common man needs Tumblr now more than ever." He spun again, now facing outward onto the city he loved. From every street rose a memory. Lexington Avenue, where he learned to ride a bike, and where he got his first broken arm (Maury, who owned the bagel store, came running out when it happened. Good old Maury). Bleecker Street, where he got his first kiss, and saw his first real rock 'n roll show. The Velvet Underground. A sound so raw and real it could only come out of NYC. Finally, he looked down directly onto the street below. The street on which he'd built his business...no, not his business-his dreams. Below was a street on which the creative passions of millions of users had stacked up into a four-hundred-thirty-one- story skyscraper that housed the collective energy of Tumblr. David Karp pressed his nose against the glass and looked deep down into the canyon of 431st Street. Four-three-one. That's when it hit him "Four-three-one. That's it. Version 4.3.1 That's what we've gotta do. Version 4.3.1 of the Tumblr app for iOS." Silence fell over the board room. The air around the one-of-a-kind, designer table was thick with uncertainty. Then came the sound, ringing out like a shot. It was a handclap. The executive VP has risen to his feet. Another handclap erupted from his palms. His muscular, deliberate applause electrified the room The next thing David knew, the entire board was on its feet. Clapping, stomping, hollering. The sound was thunderous, deafening. This was it. This was why he had followed his dream in the first place. This... This was 4.3.1 <p><a href="http://thepagejakeenglish.tumblr.com/post/126931913009/what-the-fuck-did-i-just-read" class="tumblr_blog">thepagejakeenglish</a>:</p><blockquote><p>WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST READ</p></blockquote> <p>Tumblr can’t program an app for shit because they’re too busy writing fanfiction about themselves.</p>
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Ehhh, what?omg-humor.tumblr.com: pluginduck: heckacute: I went to high school with a kid who would only drink out of a baby bottle. He brought a large baby bottle to school every day. At first, we thought that he was using it to sneak alcohol or something, but he wasn't. He would bring it filled with chocolate milk and then fill it up with Coca-Cola and Sprite during lunch. He'd buy a can of each and mix them together. Like I said, it was a large bottle. I didn't know the kid that well and I didn't have any classes with him so I never really talked to him that much. I knew his name. His name was Kevin. Sometimes l'd see him at parties on the weekends. He still had his baby bottle. He would fill it with beer and rum. He dated my sister's friend, Emily, for a little while. I had known Emily for a long time. She had been a friend of my sister's since they were five or six. They were really good friends. She spent a lot of time at our house for sleepovers and stuff. Sometimes she would pee the bed, but I never made fun of her for it. I think most older brothers would have loved the opportunity to make fun of their sister's friend for peeing the bed and I think she really appreciated that I never mentioned it even though I definitely knew about it because after the sixth or seventh time, my parents started paying me to clean everything up instead of having to do it themselves. I asked Emily why Kevin only ever drank out of a baby bottle and she said that she didn't know. They had only been dating for a very short time at that point and she didn't want to bring it up and offend him or anything. I asked her to tell me if she ever found out. They broke up right after that and I kind of forgot about it because Kevin stopped going to school. I don't know if he transferred or dropped out, but I never saw him at lunch or any parties after that. I hadn't thought about him in a long time, but Emily happened to mention him while she was over at our house recently and Il immediately remembered the baby bottle thing. "Did you ever find out why he drank out of that bottle?" I asked. "On yeah, he told me why," Emily said. "He used it because he heard that babies that drink out of bottles for too long or drink sweet drinks out of them get really bad teeth problems. He wanted all of his teeth to go bad so that they would fall out and he would be able to fit a softball in his mouth. He said that he wanted to have the world record for being the first person to be able to put a whole softball in his mouth and he wouldn't be able to do that with all of those teeth in the way." What the fuck did I just read Ehhh, what?omg-humor.tumblr.com
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