Figured I would add to the other post
Stolen Jewelry Design
"Victimized" armed Palestinian girl
Obama “black” color option for a shirt
Jewish Star T-Shirt
Appropriated/Racist Navajo Native American patterns.
DOnt shop at urban outfitters
they literally sold a blood-stained-looking sweatshirt with the name of a college that there was a school shooting at
they sold prescription-drug related accessories trying to make it cute
they sold a board game entitled “gettopoly” i should not have to explain why this is bad
they sold a super cissexist card with the T slur on it
they literally sold this shirt
PLEASE STOP SHOPPING AT URBAN OUTFITTERS
never have - never will
There were four people ahead of me when I got in a different line, those four plus me all checkout’d before one person was done in that other line. Oh if you could have seen the fury in their eyes… yet they stayed in that line so guess they have no one to blame.
You know what I’m tired of? I’m tired of people who feel the need to remind you that there are worse things in the world than whatever you’re complaining/talking/asking about.
Why does anyone feel the need to do this?
Just because someone is talking about something else doesn’t mean that.
People have the amazing ability to care about more than one thing at a time. Or would you rather us all be in anguish with dirt on our faces crying out at the injustice 24/7?
We would all be depressed messes if that’s the case. Sometimes people need other things to talk or complain about in order to cope with what is happening around us.
Honestly could you be more selfish? This isn’t about that person complaining about some “first world problem” it’s about you feeling righteous about yourself.
You have absolutely no idea what is going on in that person’s life, so if they want to complain about something trivial, let them.
Keeping The Same Tabs Open For 9 Days Straight Because They Contain Information Relevant To Tasks You’re Too Lazy To Complete - A novel by me
This speaks to me on a deep spiritual level.
I started working out again after like a year off. Not only that I decided to work with a personal trainer.
Well ache isn’t the appropriate word to use on how I feel. If I got into a fight with jello it would win.
But it feels good to be working out again.