I like brightly colored lipstick, okay? My 4 favorite lipsticks are blue, turquoise, (Slytherin) green, and lavender. At this point, I’m kind of known for the bright colors, and I have co-workers who tell me that I look strange on the rare occasion that I show up with red or gold lips, because they’re so used to them being eye-catching. I get compliments on it a lot from customers and co-workers alike.
But then there are the other customers. The ones who make the…oddest comments. And a lot of the time it’s not even anything overly bad out creepy, it’s just weird and I don’t know how to respond? Not long ago, a customer ordered a soda and then told me not to turn it blue? Because my lipstick is blue and somehow that will make his soda blue by association? What? And when I wasn’t sure what to say to that, he was apparently deeply offended that was confused? And of course there are always the people who tell me I have something on my face. I swear, if I ever really do have a giant glob of bbq sauce on my chin, I’m probably going to need some convincing, because three times a night I get people who tell me about my lipstick this way.
Then there are the ones who jokingly order snow cones and popsicles because my lipstick is the color of one? Um, sir, we sell barbeque, what are you doing? You are not funny, and it’s even less funny when you start laughing at my socially awkward ass because I tried to explain that we don’t have those here. Even your wife is rolling your eyes at you. It’s time to stop.
But the worst, the actual worst, are the customers who think it’s appropriate to make openly dirty comments or ask me ridiculous questions because they think my lipstick means they have the right to sexually harass me. No, I have not been in the back performing sexual favors on any Smurfs. My bright lipstick is NEVER going to find its way onto ANY of your body parts, sir, I personally guarantee you, I don’t care how pretty you think it would look there. Do not ask me if my lips are the only thing that’s green. Calm the fuck down, people, it’s just lipstick.
This is my friend TJ, wearing a costume she made for Halloween, 1977. She was 16 at the time.
Now, keep in mind: there was no internet to search for images. She could not have rented and paused the movie, because it wasn’t released on video until 1982. No, TJ just went to the movie a bunch of times, took notes with a flashlight, drew a bunch of sketches, and put this together.
In 19-fucking-77. So let’s bury this bullshit about how women didn’t grow up on Star Wars.
I mean, they’re not wrong. If you look at the history of fandom, women have never grown up with things the way men did. They have always, and I mean always done it bigger and better than men ever did. Without women, we would not have so many things that we love, and it kills me how ignorant and fucking ungrateful men can be.
(I found a source for the story above: NPR from 2010)
“The tiger is just trying to be a tiger,” Vaillant says.
“What’s so fascinating to me about that region is that there are human beings and tigers hunting for the same prey in the same territory – and they don’t have conflicts.” But if you make the mistake of attacking a tiger, you will regret it, he says.
So my husband tells a story about a guy he worked with at his first job. They’d regularly go to a Thai restaurant near their office – one of those really legit places where grandma is the chef. So the guy says one day to their server, looks this girl dead in the eye, and says “You can’t make it hot enough.”
Server gives him this look like “your funeral” and takes the order to the kitchen. GRANDMA COMES OUT AND LOOKS AT THIS POOR WHITE BOY, shakes her head, and goes back in the kitchen.
When the dish comes out, it’s a solid mass of just RED. Dudes at the table are dying just sitting near it. This guy tries his damnedest, gets about five bites in, and can’t do it. Mr You-cant-make-it-hot-enough was fucking obliterated by Chef Grandma.
And to add insult to injury, they replaced the dish for him, and GRANDMA BRINGS IT OUT, gives him a look and shakes her head.
I think there’s a reasonable chance this was his receipt.
At least they were nice enough to be good sports and replace his meal without extra charge.
Because that’s the line between being a petty asshole and just having a bit of fun.
i got some peach sunny d and it’s not as good as regular sunny d because it doesn’t burn your entire digestive system going down
Is this going to be a repeat of the Potato Sweats where you learn you’re allergic to Citrus?
i
hadn’t considered it
for the last 25 years i’ve just thought Yummy Citrus Good Love That Painful Throat Burn
I just thought it was the fact that it was disgustingly artificially flavored colored and had an obscene amount of sugar that made it kinda burn your mouth/throat. I thought some people just liked the mild stinging of sunny d. I thought that was just another aspect of it. Because I’m not allergic to any citrus but it does burn/sting
I figured it was the amount of citric acid in there, but yeah. I’ve never reacted to any of the ingredients, but some other overly acidified “juice drinks” will burn/sting my throat in the same way.
Does sunny d even have any actually Citrus in it at all? Like does it even contain trace amounts of orange?
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