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Marjane Satrapi, cartoonist and film director, best known for Persepolis

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That's the kink

"they can barely/can't control themself from ravishing their partner? How is that portrayed as ROMANTIC??"

That's the kink

"why is the plot so fixated on how tiny the main character is compared to the love interest?"

Grisps your shoulders so firmly

At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.

At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.

“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.

The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.

I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.

I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.

I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht. 

i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.

as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.

disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.

at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.

i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.

i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.

He would've been by her bedside every day no matter what anyone else thought about it, he would have held her hair back when she threw up and tucked her in when she was cold and told her dad that he and his new family could go fuck themselves, the baby included. He would've skipped school and gone back just to tell Marlowe that Rae might not throw her out the window but he gladly would, and he would've learned to get along with Alice and he'd have memorized the whole Time of Iron series just to read it to Rae when she was awake. He'd steal the hospital popsicles for her and beat the crap out of anyone who made her feel bad when she started losing her hair, he'd have held her and raged with her *becoming increasingly hysterical* He'd have been there for her until the end and after that. No matter how mean and tired she got, no matter how m any times they tried to kick him out, he'd have slept on the hospital floor just to stay by her side. Love survives death.

You guys get it. That was why the Emperor was Rae’s favourite character: he has what she desperately wanted and nobody could offer her. My boy may need to be committed but he commits. He would have.

Kung Pao Chicken (宫保鸡丁) I love making this 30 minute kung pao chicken. It is a quick Chinese dinner with juicy chicken, dried chili peppers, and peanuts in a slightly sweet sauce that I am absolutely obsessed with. I sear the chicken first, stir fry the aromatics and vegetables, and have it ready to serve to my loved ones in no time.

we're looking to create an AI policy, and when we were talking about this, my boss (older millennial) was genuinely shocked to hear that younger people do not (seem) to view AI positively (a la the recent commencement speakers being booed)

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Chinese Lemon Chicken My 30-minute Chinese lemon chicken features crispy cornstarch coated chicken in a tangy and sweet lemon sauce with fresh ginger and green onion. This takeout style main dish uses chicken breast, lemon juice, and rice vinegar for a lighter homemade version of the restaurant classic.