“And how hard is it to land even a minimum-wage job? This year, the Ivy League college admissions acceptance rate was 8.9%. Last year, when Walmart opened its first store in Washington, D.C., there were more than 23,000 applications for 600 jobs, which resulted in an acceptance rate of 2.6%, making the big box store about twice as selective as Harvard and five times as choosy as Cornell. Telling unemployed people to get off their couches (or out of the cars they live in or the shelters where they sleep) and get a job makes as much sense as telling them to go study at Harvard.”—"Why Don’t the Unemployed Get Off Their Couches?" and Eight Other Critical Questions for Americans (via seriouslyamerica)
ved ikke, om jeg vil bruge tid på at vente på evt. godkendelse… det er kommunen, det tager evigheder. min sagsbehandler er flyttet i ny afdeling (har dog en aftale om evt. kontakt, hvis jeg ikke (syv, ni, tretten) bli’r optaget på uddannelse, om at få en ny behandler), så har teknisk set ikke nogen lige pt., men det er vel noget, jeg skal tage op med min økonomiske behandler (som jeg skal f.eks. med tandlæge)? eh, jeg kigger på det. måske hører jeg ad, hvor lang tid det ville tage at behandle, og om det er penge, jeg skal betale tilbage på et senere tidspunkt.
ESTP: super attractive physically but it’s all downhill from there. never quite know what they’re going to do next but you can probably bet it will be irresponsible. somehow still lovable.
ESTJ: loud, logical, and get shit done — they are the warrior class of the life rpg. power stats make them unbeatable and if you encounter one, maybe just curl up and forfeit, to save time.
ESFP: giggly little shits. fun fun fun till her daddy takes the t-bird away. great for lifting your mood, not that great at lifting your credit score.
ESFJ: too appropriate, totally lacking in awkwardness. they’ll never forget your birthday, which will make you feel like shit when you constantly forget theirs.
ENTP: excellent companions if you enjoy people who instantly see through all your shit. very clever and very intuitive, you can’t fool them. i suggest you invest in other friends — ones you *can* fool.
ENTJ: impatient with people who make mistakes, namely, everyone. they’ll respect you if you stand up to them but why do that when you can run away instead. cuddle them and see what happens. i’m curious.
ENFP: too puppy to live. best suited for the profession of musical nanny. not advised for use around an open flame.
ENFJ: way too charming and capable, maybe they should stop making everyone else look bad. prone to making other people care about stuff they didn’t want to care about. so annoying.
ISTP: such butts. best suited for an apocalypse scenario, if no such scenario exists, they will create danger because they get bored. don’t encourage them, but don’t discourage them, as reverse psychology works too well.
ISTJ: low drama and low maintenance, best value at this price tier. best suited to actual human existence. least weird, which makes them kinda weird.
ISFP: squishy little darlings you might want to keep in your pocket, but please don’t or they will become forlorn. they notice everything, and it’s unnerving.
ISFJ: quietly and proudly do things for others. if you have a ring you need to deliver to mordor, take an ISFJ along with you for best results.
INTP: cute intergalactic spiders you want to hug and mistrust. prone to making you laugh but then days later you will wonder whether you were the butt of the joke.
INTJ: major dicks and kinda proud of it. prone to being right. prone to liking trance music way too much. all the ones i’ve ever met have been unexpectedly kinky. so i guess, expectedly.
INFP: they fall out of the sky and are raised by unicorns. if you feed one it will follow you home. they dissipate in water.
INFJ: chameleons appropriating your emotions and going quietly mad. prone to meltdowns and needing lots of naps.
tja, ja, men når jeg sidder fedt i det, som jeg gør i juli, og kun har 600,- tilbage at leve for i den her måned pga. kvartalsregninger, og lige så fedt som jeg gjorde i juni pga. andre omkostninger, er det lidt svært at få en tid til noget, jeg ikke har råd til! krydser fingre for, jeg kan i august med budget og det hele… men er i det hele taget bare ret irriteret over en henvisning er til ingen verdens nytte, nu hvor jeg faktisk har fået den efter initiel undersøgelse fra min læge. hvorfor eksisterer henvisninger, når de ikke gør noget? spild af tid og papirarbejde.
Let me preface this by saying, no, I am not a white man here to “whitesplain”(Seriously with your stupid made up words.) something to you. I’m a black man. And over the years I’ve been called an African-American, but that bugs me. Fuck your political correctness, you’re black.
Here are some examples.
This first person is a Kenyan. I’m sure everyone knows of Kenya an it’s people. If a Kenyan moves to the US, they are an African-American.
Here is a group of Ghanaian dancers. Moving to the US again, makes them an African-American.
A Zulu prince from South Africa in traditional wear. Regal and still fierce in old age. Would be an African-American.
So you must be yelling at your screen, or have already typed out a rebuttal. Or have ignored me. So what is my point? You obviously know what Africans look like. Well.
Here is a trio of Egyptian men. Egyptians are of Arab descent. But technically moving here would make them African-American, as Egypt is in Northern Africa.
And this is Die Antwoord. A relatively popular duo hailing from South Africa. They are Afrikaans, or Afrikaaner. Yes they are white, but they were born and raised in Africa, thus if they are granted citizenship here would make them African-Americans.
I’m Teddy. I was born and raised in the United States, specifically North Carolina. I have never been to Africa, and none of my ancestors have until you reach back a couple of centuries. I am not an African-American. I am a Black-American.
hilr0y said: just cuz haha later loser NO HEALTH FOR ANYONE (except rich people)
and it’s just such a dick move, too??? i can’t do shit because my knees hurt if i strain em too much and i’m p scared that if i don’t get these sonovaguns fixed, i’mma be cashing in disability for the rest of my life cos they’ll jsut get worse ugh. (ok maybe that’s over-reacting, since i will ‘just’ end up having to get surgery in both knees but that’s gonna incapacitate me for months cos, eh, both knees, and i’d rather not get into that?)
poops on rich people >:(
holykittens said: SAME. my knee popped out of place after the gym yesterday lol oop
'lol oop' about covers that, hah. i rly hope you manage to find a decently priced phys (or someone who'll magically do it for free) cos i can't even imagine what a surgery would cost :((((
Step 1: Comment on a woman’s attractiveness on every single occasion in every single venue no matter how irrelevant it is. Build up a dating culture entirely dependent on a female’s beauty. Teach children that only attractive women will ever get anywhere in life, will ever be praised, will ever find love and have a family, will ever have a chance at happiness, are worth knowing, are worth being.
Step 2: Mock women for caring about how they look. Call them shallow.