Take Your Lice-Ridden Kid to Work Day

On the long plane ride preceding the long cab ride last weekend, I broke down and bought the Sunday Times for the first time in years. I've been shunning it since I decided I had had enough of their Volvo-driving, quiche-loving elitism. And that,  coupled with the Judy Miller fiasco, and the fact that a particularly
dickish client of my husband's happened to work there managed to coalesce into a general ban.

But at the airport, I caved. And so, dear anti-BREEDER folk, I have this gift for you.

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An Open Letter to Pole-Leaning Douchebags On The Subway

(via Flatbush Vegan)

Dear asshole fuck on the subway,

I know that you think that because you're wearing a Brooks Brothers suit (ed note: we couldn't find a Brooks Brothers suit wearing ahole...sorry. This Asian one will have to do) with gold cuff links, douchey horn-rimmed glasses, Gucci loafers, and a watch that costs more than my parents' house that you own the place, but look around.

You are on the A train my friend–where all men are created equal.

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Subway D-Bag OR Not? Exhibit #2: Old Man Hubbard

Ok, fine.

Everyone had a shit ton of opinions on whether or not its acceptable to leave an old woman OR an old man standing in the subway, while the youngins luxuriate in a seat nearby.

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