Clouds in my Coffee

A little comic with eggs. : ) Accept who you are, no matter what type of egg that is.🥚🍳

Why do women have to pretend to be something that they’re not? Why do we have to pretend to be stupid when we’re not stupid?   Why do we have to pretend to be helpless when we’re not helpless?   Why do we have to pretend to be sorry when we have nothing to be sorry about? Why do we have to pretend we’re not hungry when WE’RE HUNGRY? Fuck you, Sophie, put that on your plate.

The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, Amazon, 2017

shania twain: let’s go girls!

me:

carrie underwood: right now, he’s probably-

me: 

Beyoncé: daddy’s little girl 

Me:

dolly parton: jolene jolene jolene jooooleeeeeeeeene

me:

Lady Antebellum: It’s a quarter after one!

me:

Johns Hopkins Computer Science prof Professor Peter Fröhlich grades his students on a curve: the highest score on the final gets an A and everyone else is graded accordingly.

Clever students in Fröhlich’s “Intermediate Programming”, “Computer System Fundamentals,” and “Introduction to Programming for Scientists and Engineers” figured out that this meant that if they all boycotted the exam, they’d all get As.

So they organized a boycott, milling around the hall outside the class where the exams were being sat, sternly reminding each other that if no one sat the exam they’d all get straight As, ignoring Fröhlich’s pleas to come and sit the exam.

Fröhlich praised his students’ solidarity: “The students learned that by coming together, they can achieve something that individually they could never have done. At a school that is known (perhaps unjustly) for competitiveness I didn’t expect that reaching such an agreement was possible.”

So here’s a true story: my father, sometime in the 70s was looking for his first job. He went to the local McDonalds and told the staff, [manager’s name] said I was supposed to start today. They took his word for it and started training him and by the time the manager saw him and asked who he was, people just said “oh that’s the new guy.”

Somehow this actually worked. My dad worked there for a couple of years as a cook. He even won an award plaque which he had on the wall until the day he died.