I don't think your parents not intervening necessarily reflects badly upon them; I can only imagine being parents of a sapphic nature comes with its share of difficulties, much as I imagine being the child of such parents would make you a target to teachers and schoolmates alike. It's quite understandable that they should not want to add the burden of being the "confrontational" parents, both to you and to themselves.
Still, it is odd to denounce a parent standing up for their child as "threatening". I agree that the other person's initial comment came off as possibly being the rantings of a deranged helicopter parent. However, if their second comment, to which you replied, is to be believed, I find their objections to be just and right.
I have many friends who teach as their trade; I've no doubt that the plight of educators at the hand of undignant parents is more oft than not of a ridiculous nature; parents being very protective of their offspring. Yet we must not perceive this tendency as eternally true, as yet some are amongst the educators who should abuse the trust of old between master and pupil.
(Sorry I'm stoned and have been reading a lot of Tolkien recently; so I started replying, a bit subconsciously, in his style. I put too much into it to delete it, so please forgive my indulgent follies)
The comic addresses people that are making flimsy excuses about not wanting to reduce their meat consumption despite their environmentalist ideals. From your comment, you don't sound like that describes you. Why do you feel shamed? It's not directed at you.
I'm glad you called them out on it because that's an insane thing to say to someone when you're about to get married.
I used to see this guy bike past my apartment all the time. He had a speaker blasting country music and he'd scream-sing the lyrics. Not my type of music at all but his passion made me fuck with his vibe.
This is a frequent complaint I've had, living in Moncton. I wish someone ran a blog or something with all the events going on.
I basically have to go on social media and follow every venue and artist that could have events that interest me. Even then, I end up missing out on a lot of stuff because I wasn't aware it was going on.
I'll gladly take the septum-pierced ladies. I'll take the septum-pierced enbies and men, too.
I've never seen an ugly person with a septum piercing.
Which is why I said biological parent and not father.
Nothing in this comic necessarily implies that the dad isn't the kid's biological parent, though.
I had to drive around 1500km this past weekend in a rented mini-van. I don't own a car, so that's probably more distance than I've covered in a motor vehicle in the past 5 years.
Today, back home and on my way to work, there was rather torrential rain, but I was still so thankful to be back on the bike.
(Happy National Acadian Day to all Acadians!)
Craquez-vous une Alpine, mettez du 1755 ou les Hay Babies, pis faites du tapage pour laisser savoir aux Anglais qu'on est still là!
Two cappuccinos I made one after the other in my café today. This couple came in and wanted large cappuccinos, so I made them in our 16oz cups. Not my cup of tea (nor coffee) but if I can make what you want, I will! Unfortunely, my muscle memory is attuned to steaming/pouring 8oz capps, and so the first one came out somewhat more phallic than I intended 😅
The only thing worse than a shitty pour is a shitty pour in the same order as a drink you nailed.
I'm just curious! I'd love to know what type of cafés anyone here is working at.
My current café is kinda old-school Italian style coffee-wise but much more laid back and add some hippy-granola vibes for good mesure. Our beans are roasted in-house, and pretty much all the food we sell is made in-house as well, down to the sauces, and anything we don't make ourselves is bought locally.
I've worked in two other cafés prior to this one. The first was a kinda upscale third-wave spot that mostly attracted yuppies, and the equipment far surpassed the training of any of the staff. We had pourovers on the menu and maybe 1 and a half employees actually knew how to brew with a V60.
The second was a hardline traditional Italian-style café, which, if you're familiar with the coffee culture in Canada (where I live) vs Italy, is a silly idea. A lot of people here only know Tim Horton's or Starbucks, especially in a mostly rural province like where I'm situated. You have to meet people where they're at; scoffing at people for wanting sweetener in their latte isn't likely to encourage them to jump into the coffee world in whichever way one deems proper. It'll only encourage them to stick to Timmies or Starbucks instead of checking out local cafés with actually good coffee.
(For some context, I live in Canada, beer labels are bilingually English & French here)
Whenever I drive (which is rare) and I go through an intersection on a yellow light, I punch the ceiling of the car. I'll even punch the air above my head if I run a yellow on my bicycle.
Someone told me back in high school that it's bad luck not to do so, and for some reason it stuck with me.