Meanwhile, At The Huffington Post:

World No Longer Bound to Defend Israel Internationally

Syria's Piano Man Sings The Stories Of The War

TLDR White women problems ~

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/sasha-bronner/why-it-sucks-going-to-the-bank-as-a-woman_b_6906972.html?utm_hp_ref=women&ir=Women

"Men do not take me seriously, so I have to act like a ***."

This is what I texted my mother after leaving the bank today.

I am a 30-year-old editor at The Huffington Post and I am in escrow on a condo in Los Angeles. I have gone into the bank numerous times recently needing the simplest of things -- some copies of statements and general proof of funds. I have been banking here for half of my life.

But when I left today, I walked out feeling shocked. My cheeks were flushed with anger. My jaw was set tightly in disbelief.

"Oh, you're a journalist? You're so pretty," the male banker said, within minutes of my sitting down. (Two weeks ago, a different banker told me that I didn't look like a writer.)

Instead of addressing why I am not able to access a statement I need or explain why something was mishandled last week, today, he told me, "Oh you just weren't working with me!" and, "You were just with the wrong guy!"

The arrogance of the male bankers I've sat across from at this branch is alarming. Last week, a young banker in a gray suit and slicked-back hair spent over 30 minutes trying to figure out how to close down an account. I spent the time checking my work emails.

After I asked him what was going on, he begrudgingly called customer service on the phone and had them walk him through it. At one point, he asked me if my husband had my loan information. I am not married, nor do I wear a ring.

When I asked him why I couldn't access my statement online, instead of getting someone to help, he said, "That's just how your account is set up." He offered no solution.

But he did assure me that he had it under control and that everything would be fixed. He said not to worry in a clipped tone -- like I was inconveniencing him by asking more questions he didn't know the answers to.

Today when I went back and dealt with someone new -- another male banker in his 30s -- he put me through the same runaround as last week. Maybe they are given a script. "Don't worry, I will fix it. I am fixing it right now," the new guy told me. When I pointed out that this is exactly what was said last week, he again told me not to worry.

I'm starting to notice that male bankers love to tell women not to worry. Don't worry that your statement isn't showing up. Don't worry that this isn't working online. I will be the one to fix it.

When I gave him a short list of things I needed today, he actually told me that he didn't think I needed those things.

After complaining to my older brother about how I am been treated at the bank -- like a teenage girl, I told him -- he asked, "Do you want me to go with you?"

It's a genuine question. He would go with me and he would use a stern voice and ensure, like an older brother should, that his little sister is being treated right.

But of course I don't want to bring him to the bank with me. Unmarried women have been able to own and control their own property since the 1850s.

I want to be able to go to the bank without him -- or without the husband I don't yet have -- and get the documents I need to buy a house. On my own.

So, in order to be taken seriously, I have to act like a ***. I have to make my voice sharper and I have to speak in shorter sentences. I smile less.

"Oh come on, why aren't you getting your loan through us?" the flirtatious banker asked me today.

I have to tell him that I don't want to come in tomorrow and ask for the same things to be fixed. I have to remind him that these simple issues were supposed to have been handled last week. I tell him that's why I'm not getting my loan with him.

I don't bring up the fact that he looked me up and down when I shook his hand or that he assumed I was freelance and didn't have a salaried job.

And the worst part is this: The shift in my demeanor happens naturally, like blinking or breathing. It's second nature for women to switch into bitchy, bossy, don't-***-with-me-mode, because how often are we spoken to differently than the man standing next to us?

How often do I have to raise my voice to be taken seriously?

How acutely attuned are we to the way a man looks at the hem of our dress or the cut of our neckline?

And I don't feel good about myself when I leave a place of business acting like a ***. I wonder: When men ask for what they want, do they constantly think about if they sound rude or aggressive or demanding? Women do.

Would it have made a difference if I didn't wear makeup today?

Would it have been any different if I wore sweats instead of a dress and heels?

I have been a customer at this bank since I was 16 years old. I remember walking into the branch up the hill from my high school in 2001 and opening my first checking and savings account. I remember I wore my volleyball team sweats and came straight after practice.

I also remember how proud I felt when I left the bank, holding a shiny new card with my name on it.

Back then, I probably didn't notice if they treated me like I didn't know what I was doing -- because I actually didn't know what I was doing.

But what's their excuse now?

There's the problem right there.

There's your problem[s].

I taught you well my brothers !

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/samantha-matt/10-struggles-of-having-big-thighs_b_6797018.html?utm_hp_ref=women&ir=Women

I'd assume this doesn't have words !

We all come in different shapes and sizes. Some of us are tall. Some of us are short. Some of us are D cups. Some of us are A cups. And, of course, some of us have small thighs... and some of us have big thighs.

Maybe you got your thighs from years of dance and other activities in which you constantly were doing exercises to make your legs stronger... or maybe you were born with it. Whatever the case, you've got thighs.

Here are 10 struggles every lady with strong thighs probably understands:

1. Your pants always fall down so by default, you hate pants. You need to buy a size that fits your thighs, which means the pants will be way too big everywhere else, and you'll end up pulling them up alllll day long. Not even a belt can save you.

2. Rompers? Nahhhh. Those are obviously just for tall people with lanky legs.

3. Wearing shorts. Just the act of wearing shorts in general is terrifying to you. In order to find shorts that actually fit around your thighs without cutting off your circulation, you have to go up a size, which is just not OK. Same goes for spandex shorts... or soffee shorts. Soffee shorts were OK, though, because they left room for your thighs to breathe as long as, again, you went a size up. Thank god for the invention of high-wasted yoga pants.

4. Chaffing. A thigh gap was never in the cards for you, so your thighs touch each other when in shorts or a dress... and they chafe. They chafe so bad. Just thinking about the rash that will appear on your inner thighs when summer rolls around makes you cringe. Help.

5. Running. Due to chafing and the constant slapping of your thighs against one another, running can get real annoying, real fast.

6. You often find yourself comparing your thighs to thighs of the opposite sex. And when a guy has smaller thighs than you (which is pretty standard), you immediately want to curl up in a ball.

7. Bikinis. Even if the rest of your body is tiny and fit, exposing your bare thighs to the world is still your nightmare. And finding the perfect bottoms? It's not easy. It's actually the worst.

8. The "Hot Dogs or Legs" Game. Your thighs will never look like hot dogs, no matter what Instagram filter you use. Turkey sausage, on the other hand...

Look at it this way, most would prefer turkey sausage over hot dogs nowadays, right?

9. Crossing your legs. The bigger the thighs, the harder it is to cross your legs. This is the ultimate big thigh struggle. Even if you CAN cross your legs, chances are it's not comfortable. The real struggle: When you want to cross your legs, but there is a surface (for example, a table) stopping you from doing so because you need to lift your leg higher than that surface. Also, deciding what to do with your legs at a job interview. Or any time you're wearing a dress. The struggle is real, people.

10. Waiting for thighs to have their moment. Big butts had a moment. Big boobs had a moment. Even big arms had a moment (or are having a moment). What about big thighs?! When are they going to have a moment? Let's start a motion!

No matter your size, you should embrace your body and flaunt when you got. And if what you got is thighs, then you should be proud to flaunt them. After all, thick thighs are strong thighs, and strong IS the new skinny.

Thunder thighs!

Hillary couldn't be reached for comment...

For Those Who Don't Believe...

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2015/03/27/feminist-ben-and-jerrys-flavors-amanda-mccall_n_6956242.html?utm_hp_ref=women&ir=Women


Tastes like : invasion of privacy/data mining !

Obama Commutes 22 Drug Sentences, Instantly Doubling The Number Of Commutations He's Issued

First cakes, now pizza.

Indiana's Memories Pizza Reportedly Becomes First Business To Vow To Reject Gay Couples



The wedding industrial complex is out to get you!

Why I Won't Be Losing Weight For My Wedding

Face the liberal wrath of..... bad yelp reviews!

This business just publicly announced their support for the Indiana law. Everyone posting a phony review dated today or yesterday is piling onto the myths and misinformation surrounding the narrative.

You would think Nausi would be all about the free market exercising their freedom to not buy their food at an establishment with business policies with which they disagree, and to spread their opinion of such an establishment's poor service.

Generally, yes. Generally no one who really believes in the first amendment, believes it should be suspended when its practice hurts someone's else's feelings.

Hey, yelp away bro. Bring that liberal hammer of "social justice" down on them as hard as you want. There's no justice like angry mob justice after all.

Just remember to crucify Bill Clinton while your at it, cause you know he signed the first RFRA bill 20 years ago. Or I suppose you could continue to be a puppet, feigning the latest selective outrage as your overlords command.

No it has everything to do with liberals.

You do know there are conservatives that have come out in opposition to this law as well right?

A conservative, okay with homosexuals?

UNPOSSIBLE, SIR! FIGHTING WORDS, THOSE ARE!

Those aren't real conservatives.

With fake reviews over a service they don't provide (pizza weddings aren't real for this place)?