Bro I hate fundamentalists and culturally-fundie parents they'll say shit like "spare the rod spoil the child am I right haha yea my parents used to have to beat my ass with a switch almost everyday but I sure did learn my lesson" but like??? no you didn't??? you were hit multiple times for something you very obviously did not, in fact, learn
Like studies about how harmful even lightly spanking children is aside, you're literally contradicting yourself?? Some even admitted they got worse as they got older cause they wanted to see how far they could push their parents before they got punished
And studies not aside, you're gonna get child raising advice from the same book that tells you to stone your wife if her hymen doesn't break on your wedding night instead of the decades of research we have now?? Just say you're a bad parent and move on my guy. Skill issue
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Okay but like real talk at least one of Desmond’s coworkers at the bar/people he met while on the run had to think he was running from some weird super religious cult because he can’t exactly lead with “I spent my formative years training for a modern day holy war and decided it wasn’t for me” if he wanted to stay undercover and there are too many holes in his story to really cover it.
And to be fair I think Desmond would lean into it like you don’t look a gift horse in the mouth and you don’t deny the easiest backstory that lines up with both why he didn’t want to talk about his family/past and why he hasn’t heard of a lot of pop culture things.
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When I worked at the pawn shop there was this lady who'd come in periodically who just Did Not Trust Me for no particular reason. I didn't take this personally because she was like this with everyone but a small selection of the managers. One time she went out of her way to tell my manager that she thought I was "up to something" on account of I "smile[d] too much".
Then one day, for reasons unknown, she decided I'd apparently been working there long enough that she should ask for my name. When I told her, she said, "Well, I wouldn't'a been so mean to you if I knew you had such a pretty name!" and then spent the rest of her time in the store that day paying me compliments. She asked if my hair was naturally curly and, when I answered in the affirmative, she had me turn around and show her the back of my head. Later when she went to leave, she came back in because she'd spotted my mother outside (my car was in the shop and she was waiting for me to get off work so she could take me to pick it up) and asked me, "Is that your mother out there? Why, you look just alike!"
Anyway, there's no moral to this story, I just think about her sometimes. What an odd person. I wonder if she's still out there, pawning huge bins of DVDs of unknown provenance and asking the clerks if they believe in God.
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on some days nothing much happens in work and then on other days you get to hold an endangered stag beetle larva in your bare hands and find you understand a tiny fraction of what it must feel like to hold a newborn child
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i have to say of all the ways a person could attempt prosletyzing ‘sending a random jew on tumblr an anonymous ask message’ is definitely a new one for me
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Connected with my coworkers who are Muslim (they were gone Wednesday and Thursday) because I was made aware of Eid Mubarak via the Spongebob IG page
Time to go rub it in the face of my sister who thinks Spongebob will rot your brain but is fine with REN AND STIMPY
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