I personally love self checkouts, but it's because I like to bag and sort my own groceries, all of which I pay for. 😆 my first job at age 13 was as a grocery checkout girl. This was 1978, you punched the prices in by hand and had to know how to count change back and stuff like that. They automate a job out of existence and then act surprised when people who aren't being paid to do it fuck them over.
Also, I'd have commented this morning, but I was hassling womb sniffers who yell at patients going into Planned Parenthood. I know this'll be a big shock, but every goddamn one of the protesters was a guy. Funny how that works. 😆
Anyway Lee, happy Festivus from a bitter old woman in her twilight years who's filled with hate and anger. At least, that's what the dudes on the sidewalk said who are hot to legislate the use of my lady parts right out from under me. 😉 none of them were interested in my suggestion that they go get estrogen therapy and hire themselves out as wet nurses for all those babies they're so determined will be carried to term. 😀
If you want to outlaw abortion you'd think you might want to support the government programs that support kids or adopt a few yourself and now that I write that I definitely need to turn it into a cartoon.
My standard reply to anti-abortionists, and ESPECIALLY those that flaunt the “post birth abortion” nonsense is to note that the death penalty is the ultimate abortion - a post birth abortion at that - and almost the entire GOP wing supports it enthusiastically - hell, they think that little dweeb Kyle Rittenhouse is some kind of hero because performed a few unplanned post-birth abortions.
Way back when I moved from home and was first on my own I had a cat with the imaginative name of “Bob” (I was heavily into the subgenius’s at that time). He was a simple gray tabby cat, but he was way more like a dog that resembled a cat. He ALWAYS came when you called his name (something most cats rarely do), he loved to play fetch (his favorite was crumpled up wads of cellophane) and if you weren’t giving him enough attention he would deliver one of his favorite toys into you lap and then sit on the floor and stare at you until you played with him. I’ve never had a cat like him since (or before for that matter), and to this day, nearly 40 years later, I still think fondly of that animal and miss him.
I personally love self checkouts, but it's because I like to bag and sort my own groceries, all of which I pay for. 😆 my first job at age 13 was as a grocery checkout girl. This was 1978, you punched the prices in by hand and had to know how to count change back and stuff like that. They automate a job out of existence and then act surprised when people who aren't being paid to do it fuck them over.
Also, I'd have commented this morning, but I was hassling womb sniffers who yell at patients going into Planned Parenthood. I know this'll be a big shock, but every goddamn one of the protesters was a guy. Funny how that works. 😆
Anyway Lee, happy Festivus from a bitter old woman in her twilight years who's filled with hate and anger. At least, that's what the dudes on the sidewalk said who are hot to legislate the use of my lady parts right out from under me. 😉 none of them were interested in my suggestion that they go get estrogen therapy and hire themselves out as wet nurses for all those babies they're so determined will be carried to term. 😀
If you want to outlaw abortion you'd think you might want to support the government programs that support kids or adopt a few yourself and now that I write that I definitely need to turn it into a cartoon.
My standard reply to anti-abortionists, and ESPECIALLY those that flaunt the “post birth abortion” nonsense is to note that the death penalty is the ultimate abortion - a post birth abortion at that - and almost the entire GOP wing supports it enthusiastically - hell, they think that little dweeb Kyle Rittenhouse is some kind of hero because performed a few unplanned post-birth abortions.
Makes me wonder how much shoplifting increased in the 1930s when they fired all the shopgirls and let people fetch their own things off the shelves.
Before I became vegan, I was sure I’d die by day old, room temp mayo. Now, tripping over my cat has moved into first place.
Way back when I moved from home and was first on my own I had a cat with the imaginative name of “Bob” (I was heavily into the subgenius’s at that time). He was a simple gray tabby cat, but he was way more like a dog that resembled a cat. He ALWAYS came when you called his name (something most cats rarely do), he loved to play fetch (his favorite was crumpled up wads of cellophane) and if you weren’t giving him enough attention he would deliver one of his favorite toys into you lap and then sit on the floor and stare at you until you played with him. I’ve never had a cat like him since (or before for that matter), and to this day, nearly 40 years later, I still think fondly of that animal and miss him.
I've got relatives that aren't as smart as that cat. Or as friendly.