This is where I post all of the nerdy things! Such as Superheros, Time Traveling Doctors, Residents of 221B Baker Street, Avengers, Guardians, 4077th Doctors, Hobbits and much much more....currently just kind of done with things :/
1920s Old Man River - Jerome Kern & Oscar Hammerstein II
1930s Minnie the Moocher - Cab Calloway
1940s Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy - The Andrew Sisters
1950s I Walk The Line - Johnny Cash La Bamba - Ritchie Valens
1960s Stand By Me - Ben E. King Barbara Ann - Beach Boys I Want to Hold Your Hand - The Beatles RESPECT - Aretha Franklin
1970s ABC - Jackson 5 Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen
1980s Celebration - Kool & The Gang Don’t Stop Believin’ - Journey Thriller - Michael Jackson
1990s Can’t Touch This - MC Hammer …Baby One More Time - Britney Spears Say My Name - Destiny’s Child I Want It That Way - The Backstreet Boys
2000s Hey Ya! - Outkast Drop it Like It’s Hot - Snoop Dogg Crazy - Gnarls Barkley Hips Don’t Lie - Shakira Single Ladies - Beyonce I Kissed A Girl - Katy Perry Bad Romance - Lady Gaga I Got a Feelin - Black Eyed Peas
2010s Baby - Justin Bieber We Found Love - Rihanna Some Nights - Fun. Somebody That I Used To Know - Gotye Gangnam Style - Psy Call Me Maybe - Carly Rae Jepsen
I went as Q for Halloween once, I sat in the corner the entire party observing silently and whenever anyone asked me who I was I repeated this quote occasionally adding one of the others from this scene.
I could easily see out of my mask and people literally didn’t know who I was so they’re expressions were priceless.
Sick of eating. Sick of not eating. Sick of not sleeping. Sick of being tired. Sick of my body. Sick of my face. Sick of my mind. Sick of my family. Sick of being lazy. Sick of being fat. Sick of being uncomfortable with who and what I am. Sick of never accomplishing anything I try for. Sick of the misunderstandings. Sick of the lies. Sick of being helpless. Sick of being dependent. Sick of me.
People being angry about ~dem gays~ on Target’s Facebook.
I just want to give my two cents on this and tell you a story.
A couple weeks ago, I was hired at Target. I have a job at Target. Not a big deal right?
It is a big deal because i’m a transman.
It doesn’t take a genius to conclude that it’s hard for me, my brothers, and sisters to get a job. There are legal restraints regarding the job and if you don’t pass, it’s hard to be taken seriously at a job interview.
Right on the application, it asks what your preferred name is. It also asks if there is anything that target should know. I put the fact that I am a transman, expecting not to get a call because usually when you put that down, people will throw out the application. I got TWO interviews.
At the interview, they asked me about it. I told them I am on hormones and they told me that they didn’t care. Not in the sense that they don’t emotionally care, but that it didn’t matter. I was male and that’s all that mattered. They also told me that they give sex same couples benefits in states that do not recognize them as a married couple.
At my job orientation, I was not misgendered once. Even my supervisors who weren’t sure of my gender avoided pronoun use, which I found only happens when you’ve had pronoun training. They gave me a name tag with my preferred name and didn’t ask questions. I felt safe and respected, which is huge for a trans* person.
TLDR: Target is amazing not just for the LGB, but also the T. Shop there for the rest of your life.
You know who else Target is extremely awesome towards? Employees with disabilities and impairments. I went one time and had a great experience with a cashier that was clearly deaf, and despite the fact that she couldn’t speak well, was willing to stand there and help me so that we could communicate things like payment and how to use my gift card. I can think of many other employers that would have turned this woman away for her disability and the fact that she couldn’t speak well, but Target had hired her and her sweet personality to do a fairly tough job, which she was excellent at. She was incredibly helpful, and all around a great employee. A+, Target.
I love my job, and I love my boss but sometimes I seriously hate society. I hate that my job caves to the expectations society places on the women who run their stores, sell their product and represent them as a company.
I hate and I understand it to a degree, the desire to look professional while promoting their product isn’t all that uncommon but I am seriously ready to implode at their methods.
The rules cave completely to the male dominated ideals of beauty and femininity and it’s starting to make me sick.
Make up is Mandatory
That’s right folks I am forced to wear make up, and not just a little. I literally have to paint my face every day I work. Allergic to make up? Too bad your fired, I’m lucky I can get away without wearing mascara (my manager is amazing) but if the District Manager found out allergic or not I would be out.
2. You must only wear clothing from the company
Our cheapest shirt is $56.99 - its a plain cotton tank top. Our jeans range from $159-189…they gave me a budget of $300 free and pay me minimum wage.
I cannot spend every pay check on their clothing, in order to have a wardrobe to wear to work! The previous store manager insulted me and told me I would be fired if she was still in charge. My manager kicked her ass out of our store (Nicole is best).
3. You must always wear high heels
Male invented torture devices to increase leg length and shape as well as ass appeal…I am not allowed to change to flats during the day if my feet/leg/knees are killing me.
I have to suffer.
4. Nail polish is Necessary
We’re talking full on mani/pedi not do it yourself, I do it my damn self anyway because who has the money to pay people to do that these days?!
All of this in an attempt to mold their sales women or “Wardrobe Consultants” as they say into perfect little ticky tacky barbie doll replications and remove individuality.
I generally put up with such nonsense because, it’s just a job and at the end of the day I am still the dorky superhero t-shirt wearing girl I have always been.
But so help me god if I have another week like I’ve just had I am DONE.
On top of being insulted by the previous store manager in front of all my coworkers, coming in on my own time to help stock. Today I was sprayed on the chest with perfume -WITHOUT MY CONSENT- because technically we all have to be wearing it and the District Manager was coming in for a visit.
Hours later I can’t breathe without tasting it.
Since I was insulted in front of my co workers I have lost their respect and one in particularinterrupts my conversations with customers and bully’s me into giving her the sale (we get low a commission).
If I wasn’t so loyal to my manager I would have quit on the spot today.
I’m really feeling chained to my ethics which is bugging be since the company I work for doesn’t seem to have any!