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The claim that a company like McDonald’s can’t afford to pay wages over the minimum is absolutely insulting when you compare the salary of its CEO to one of its crew members.

I worked at a McDonald’s in New York over the summer and did a little math while I was there. In 2011, former McDonald’s CEO James Skinner made $8.75 million with compensation, according to data compiled by Bloomberg. In comparison, crew members made $7.25 an hour, for about $15,000 a year, if they stayed at the job year-round.

If you take Skinner’s total salary in 2011 and assume that he worked 40-hour week, he would have made $4,200 an hour. In one hour, he made 580 times more than the average McDonald’s worker. James Skinner made $33,600 a day, which is twice the salary tht a McDonald’s crew member makes in a year of full-time work.

Looking at it another way, the average worker would have to work for almost 600 years to make the salary that Skinner made in 2011. In one year, Skinner makes more than I could make in at least six lifetimes.

Samantha Valente | Maximum lies about the minimum wage (via america-wakiewakie)

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Toad Words


            Frogs fall out of my mouth when I talk. Toads, too.

            It used to be a problem.

            There was an incident when I was young and cross and fed up parental expectations. My sister, who is the Good One, has gold fall from her lips, and since I could not be her, I had to go a different way.

            So I got frogs. It happens.

            “You’ll grow into it,” the fairy godmother said. “Some curses have cloth-of-gold linings.” She considered this, and her finger drifted to her lower lip, the way it did when she was forgetting things. “Mind you, some curses just grind you down and leave you broken. Some blessings do that too, though. Hmm. What was I saying?”

            I spent a lot of time not talking. I got a slate and wrote things down. It was hard at first, but I hated to drop the frogs in the middle of the road. They got hit by cars, or dried out, miles away from their damp little homes.

            Toads were easier. Toads are tough. After awhile, I learned to feel when a word was a toad and not a frog. I could roll the word around on my tongue and get the flavor before I spoke it. Toad words were drier. Desiccated is a toad word. So is crisp and crisis and obligation. So are elegant and matchstick.

            Frog words were a bit more varied. Murky. Purple. Swinging. Jazz.

I practiced in the field behind the house, speaking words over and over, sending small creatures hopping into the evening.  I learned to speak some words as either toads or frogs. It’s all in the delivery.

            Love is a frog word, if spoken earnestly, and a toad word if spoken sarcastically. Frogs are not good at sarcasm.

            Toads are masters of it.

            I learned one day that the amphibians are going extinct all over the world, that some of them are vanishing. You go to ponds that should be full of frogs and find them silent. There are a hundred things responsible—fungus and pesticides and acid rain.

            When I heard this, I cried “What!?” so loudly that an adult African bullfrog fell from my lips and I had to catch it. It weighed as much as a small cat. I took it to the pet store and spun them a lie in writing about my cousin going off to college and leaving the frog behind.

            I brooded about frogs for weeks after that, and then eventually, I decided to do something about it.

            I cannot fix the things that kill them. It would take an army of fairy godmothers, and mine retired long ago. Now she goes on long cruises and spreads her wings out across the deck chairs.

            But I can make more.

            I had to get a field guide at first. It was a long process. Say a word and catch it, check the field marks. Most words turn to bronze frogs if I am not paying attention.

            Poison arrow frogs make my lips go numb. I can only do a few of those a day. I go through a lot of chapstick.  

            It is a holding action I am fighting, nothing more. I go to vernal pools and whisper sonnets that turn into wood frogs. I say the words squeak and squill and spring peepers skitter away into the trees. They begin singing almost the moment they emerge.

            I read long legal documents to a growing audience of Fowler’s toads, who blink their goggling eyes up at me. (I wish I could do salamanders. I would read Clive Barker novels aloud and seed the streams with efts and hellbenders. I would fly to Mexico and read love poems in another language to restore the axolotl. Alas, it’s frogs and toads and nothing more. We make do.)

            The woods behind my house are full of singing. The neighbors either learn to love it or move away.

            My sister—the one who speaks gold and diamonds—funds my travels. She speaks less than I do, but for me and my amphibian friends, she will vomit rubies and sapphires. I am grateful.

            I am practicing reading modernist revolutionary poetry aloud. My accent is atrocious. Still, a day will come when the Panamanian golden frog will tumble from my lips, and I will catch it and hold it, and whatever word I spoke, I’ll say again and again, until I stand at the center of a sea of yellow skins, and make from my curse at last a cloth of gold.

Terri Windling posted recently about the old fairy tale of frogs falling from a girl’s lips, and I started thinking about what I’d do if that happened to me, and…well…

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heres a fun fact that shows a lot about me: im pretty allergic to bananas but didn’t know it at all growing up until one day when i was like 17 i was like “man, i love bananas. theyre always so tangy and make ur mouth all tingly” and my friend was like “thats. definitley not what a banana is supposed to be like” one doctors trip later, turns out im fucking allergic to bananas.  

… Huh.  I guess I may be mildly allergic to mangos, because yeah, they always have this fun tingly/fizzy sensation when I eat them.  I should maybe get that checked out.  What do food allergies do to you, anyway?

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So Yesterday Can Come: A Tale of Love Across Time ( I’m guessing on the rest of the title, there).

so they may lie….

Where Smiles Will Lose. Uhh…

Some Thoughts Must Turn… serial killer chic-lit?

How Clouds Can’t Come
wow clouds cannot achieve an orgasm this is amazing

Why Wings Can’t Come.
(“But Frodo… they’re beautiful!”)

Why Skies Should Cry
Oh my god, it’s so delightfully pretentious.







So Yesterday Can Come: A Tale of Love Across Time ( I’m guessing on the rest of the title, there).

so they may lie….

Where Smiles Will Lose. Uhh…

Some Thoughts Must Turn… serial killer chic-lit?

How Clouds Can’t Come

wow clouds cannot achieve an orgasm this is amazing

Why Wings Can’t Come.

(“But Frodo… they’re beautiful!”)

Why Skies Should Cry

Oh my god, it’s so delightfully pretentious.

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Which Avenger are you??


Tony Stark/ Iron Man

  • [ ] You like booze
  • [ ] You are the life of the party (sometimes)
  • [x] You love gadgets
  • [x] You can be rather cocky
  • [ ] Your favorite color is red or gold
  • [ ] You’re good with computers
  • [ ] You use sarcasm a lot
  • [x] You love getting attention
  • [ ] You’re good at mechanics
  • [x] You have issues with your parents


Dr. Bruce Banner/ The Hulk

  • [ ] You’re good at science
  • [x] You can get very aggressive when ticked off
  • [ ] You like to be secluded most of the time
  • [x] You like wearing baggy clothes
  • [x] You like to meditate
  • [ ] You like doing science experiments
  • [x] You try to avoid getting into fights
  • [ ] You like wearing purple things
  • [ ] You’re clever
  • [x] Your favorite color is green



  • [ ] You’re good with a hammer
  • [ ] You like coffee
  • [ ] You can eat a truckload of food and still be hungry
  • [ ] You can be arrogant
  • [x] You have long hair 
  • [ ] You have an interest in astrology
  • [ ] You can get sulky when things don’t go your way
  • [x] You’re willing to take a fall for someone else
  • [x] You like to dress up as fantasy characters
  • [ ] You don’t get on well with your sibling(s)


Steve Rogers/ Captain America

  • [ ] You like helping those in need in any way you can
  • [x] You hate bullies
  • [ ] You’re a great leader
  • [x] You’re a bit of a do-gooder
  • [x] One of your favorite colors is red, white or blue
  • [x] You like wearing things with stars on them
  • [x] You strongly admire the army
  • [x] You have a good throwing arm
  • [ ] You like war films
  • [ ] You’re good at running


Colonel Nick Fury

  • [x] You like wearing long coats
  • [ ] You’re good at organizing things
  • [ ] You’re good at being in the loop
  • [ ] You like guns
  • [x] You’re good at giving information to people
  • [x] You like giving solutions to peoples’ problems
  • [ ] You like eyepatches
  • [ ] You work best as part of a team
  • [ ] You like beards
  • [x] You like wearing black things


Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow

  • [ ] You like wearing tight clothes
  • [x] You can do martial arts 
  • [ ] You’re interested in the world of spies
  • [ ] You have red hair 
  • [ ] You’re quite agile
  • [ ] People generally don’t know much about the real you
  • [x] You like to make yourself look good 
  • [ ] You can speak another language 
  • [x] You’re good at taking orders
  • [ ] You were born in a different country to the one you are living in now


Clint Barton/ Hawkeye

  • [ ] You’re very good at archery. 
  • [ ] You currently like/love someone on your team
  • [x] You like to wear purple and black
  • [ ] You’re very good at aiming
  • [ ] You’ve worked at the carnival
  • [x] You like working in a team
  • [ ] You’re up for almost anything thrown at you
  • [ ] You’d be a top assassin if you ever took the job
  • [x] You’re quiet
  • [x] You tend to get along with people well



  • [ ] You want to be a great leader
  • [x] You want to prove something
  • [ ] You’re the younger sibling
  • [ ] You’ve been/are overshadowed by a sibling 
  • [ ] You don’t get along so great with your sibling 
  • [x] You’re good at lying
  • [ ] You’re adopted
  • [ ] You’re very clever
  • [ ] You are able to manipulate people well
  • [ ] Your favorite color is green or gold


Steve!  Yaaaaay~

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Stop referring to them as “Men’s Rights Activists.”

This legitimizes them by framing their bigotry in the language of progress.

Start referring to them as organized misogynists, rape apologists and proponents of violence against women.

Do not concede a single inch of ideological ground to them.

Do not let them control the discourse.

Allow them no platform.

Allow them no reprieve.

Destroy them completely.

this is legit 

Oof, good point.  This is basically the same reason I started using anti-choice instead of pro-life - the way we frame things is important.

And conveniently, MRA can also be shorthand for ‘Misogynistic Rape Apologists’.  I’m going to start unpacking it to that.

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MBTI in Fiction: INTPs seek to develop logical explanations for everything that interests them. Theoretical and abstract, they are interested more in ideas than in social interaction, and have an unusual ability to focus in depth to solve problems in their area of interest. INTPs are skeptical, sometimes critical, and always analytical.(x)

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