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every gay girl i’ve spoken to agrees that one of the most humiliating and demoralizing things is having a straight girl thinking you’re coming on to them simply bc you like girls and it….really fucks with our relationships both platonic and romantic bc while other girls get to sit on each others laps and sleep in the same beds and playfully grab each others asses we’re putting up so many walls just in case our straight friends think we’re after them. 

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This is not welcomed in a school environment.

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a) perfect example of people discrediting clever idea & intelligence of a female due to her appearance, and b) all these people wouldn’t have noticed her kit, which was her goal in the first place

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I can’t stop laughing because…

like I don’t know how you can get more obvious than tweeting “I’m sure I’m bisexual,” but clearly The Sun isn’t convinced

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This is the most accurate description I’ve ever found, thought it was worth spreading ❀

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Credit: chippie_gummy 

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I love being a wwriter

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Peter: you actually care about me?

Edmund: of course I do you dumbass bitch

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do ya future self a favor and work hard now

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Your argument ain’t with me, it’s with God now.

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Here’s my EntitledParents story since I don’t know how reddit works

So, a year ago I used to work in a hotel/conference centre as an Event Supervisor, and I’m autistic. That’s relevant to the story because this one time we had a group come in for a conference about helping your autistic child, and it seemed to be one of those rare groups that actually get it right, which was a huge validation moment for me.

I’m standing by the door, welcoming people in to dinner on the first day, most people ignoring me (it’s hospitality, what are you gonna do). Enter ED. He had a child with him, about 6 or 7.

We had no children registered for the event.

My manager and I do a head count of the ~50-60 people and, sure enough, we’re up one. So it’s only the beginning of the evening and I’m running around trying to set an extra place at the table people are already sat on, and telling kitchen we need a kid’s meal prepped, which they are understandably pissed about. But it’s fine, and dinner goes smoothly. Cut to after dessert and I’m just finishing up clearing tables with the team, and the rest of them go on break while the manager deals with the admin of the extra kid, and I’m just hovering making sure that everything is going smoothly inside (I had my break earlier). They’ve started some speech or seminar that I was half paying attention to.

The same kid from before, who is clearly bored, gets out of his seat and bolts it across the room to me, and starts pushing at the staff-only door. He’s being quiet and non-disruptive but he’s still not allowed in there so I’m gently persuading him to go back to his seat, which he does.

Not two minutes later, kid returns with ED.

ED: excuse me, my son would like to go in there.

Me: Ah, I’m sorry sir, but we can’t allow anyone into the staff only area. It’s company policy, and there are health and saf-

ED, raising his voice: Then you can let me go with him!

Me, trying my best to be polite: Unfortunately sir, we can’t let *anyone* through the staff area.

ED, now shouting over the speaker and her microphone: Excuse me? My son has never done anyone any harm and he deserves to do want he wants. And he’s autistic! Do you have any idea how hard it is to raise an autistic child?

I don’t remember if, by this point, the speaker had stopped speaking, but a good amount of the other people were now facing us and staring.

Me, regular volume: No sir, I’m sorry, I don’t know what it’s like to raise an autistic child. I am autistic myself, but this doesn’t mean that your child or I are exempt from the rules.

ED, horrified: And they let you have a job?

I am told by my manager who walked in at that moment that the whole room gasped, but I can’t say I noticed.

ED: I want to speak to your manager.

My manager said something along the lines of “Absolutely, sir,” and led him away, telling me to go take 5.

I was later told that he was kicked out of the conference, which I have no reason to doubt, and that the speaker used me as an example of autism not being an impairment, which I somewhat doubt, but I digress.

Poor kid.

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Parents will give a child an M rated game and then blame the game when their child becomes violent

THERE’S A RATING ON THE GAME THAT TELLS YOU THAT IT IS NOT FOR YOUR 6 YEAR OLD CHILD

CHECK. THE. FUCKING. RATING.

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Genres of Fun Parental Anecdotes™:

The time I publicly humiliated my kids for no reason, then forced them to apologise to me for the fact that it upset them; the way I’m telling this story makes it clear that I regard this as a positive experience which has deepened the bonds between us

The time I relentlessly badgered my kids into doing something they clearly didn’t care for until they pretended to enjoy it just to get me off their backs, which I will now cite as evidence that kids always falsely claim not to enjoy things they secretly love

The time I wildly misinterpreted something my kids told me and imposed a cartoonishly disproportionate punishment in response; I’m telling the story now because I later learned what was really going on, but have resolved never to admit it, and for some reason I think this is hilarious

The time I unaccountably refused to believe my kids about something they had no conceivable reason to lie about and which would have required very little effort on my part to verify, then acted like the vindication of their claim was just a wacky coincidence

The time I promised my kids something I never intended to follow through on, then put considerably more effort into punishing them for being disappointed at not getting it than it would have taken to just make good on my word in the first place; kids these days sure are entitled!