Nancy Ditomaso on The New York Times Opinotator blog writes how "Black" Twitter and your Facebook friends who put extra sayings in their names like Natasha Ohsofine Washington, are not helping you get a job. This is because they don't know anyone. This is unlike your friends on "White" Twitter and their Facebook friends who don't have clever handles because they might know someone who has a job connection and everyone knows fancy job places don't hire people with elaborate nicknames as googleable public record.
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When I would go to the "Dirty" Walmart in St. Louis (if you're from North St. Louis County you know which one and it rhymes with Best Clorrisant) I would always joke "We don't hire cleaning services and pass the savings on to you!" Which just had to be true. That Walmart was just filthy. Nothing like the giant, mega Super Walmart in the "nice" part of St. Louis County. But then even that Walmart started to get a little "Walmarty," with the empty, unstocked shelves, the clutter, the old merchandise, that general "What a dump" feeling I have about most Walmarts, compared to a "Dirty" Target store, which is just being a filthy hipster Target and is dirty "ironically" as Targets ARE NOT supposed to be dirty.
And yet they are.
But anyway, Wally World, what gives?
The DNC has flooded my (and possibly your) inbox with sequestration facts since Friday afternoon. And if you're like most people you're either looking up from your meal of Top Ramen inside your cardboard box going "huh" or you've been dreading this day ever since you learned you would be directly affected by the $85 billion harsh cuts coming from this bullshit poison pill, crafted by Congress years ago, only to finally come to roost last Friday.
As a two-time veteran of getting stuck at your parents' house even though you're an adult who's lived on their own for years, I decided to give some tips to the readers at Clutch Magazine Online. Namely, set some boundaries if you don't want to have the weird, slightly co-dependent relationship I have with my own mother.
Here's a snippet:
Speaking of 2007, that was when I made my first return to the homestead after I left a job as a newspaper reporter to get my head, life, and career back together while not having to worry about rent. I can’t say I handled my first trip back to the basement all that well, considering I was severely ill at the time, battling Bipolar Disorder and was extremely depressed. I was largely unpleasant to be around and mostly wanted to disappear into the concrete beneath my basement, bedroom floor. But since my slightly older-than-most-Boomer parents are really more like Depression Era survivors, with their fiscal nature and love of saving, I received less grief about my finances and more grief about being an adult my mother still saw as her child.
Nothing like being suddenly informed you have a curfew at 30 years old.
Ah, checkmate. It's a tough position to be in. Looking at that Chess board with no real moves available. But what happens if you're in checkmate and you just refuse to admit it? Well, you get the current wannabe stalemate that's really a checkmate in Congress right now over the payroll tax.
With black unemployment at 16-20 percent depending on where you live and entire industries collapsing and dying in the Midwest and with companies not hiring, or for the ones that are, are often refusing to hire unemployed people, presidential wannabe Herman Cain took the unusual tact of blaming broke people for their brokeness. He, naturally, was directing his "old man yells at cloud" act to the Occupy Wall Street protesters, many of whom are young people with student loans and meager job prospects after being told their entire lives that going to college = job, not McJob.
Last night President Obama addressed a joint session of Congress where he, repeatedly, told Congress to "pass this jobs bill." I'm sure he meant, "Pass this damn jobs bill, you unrepentant assholes," but the President always tries to keep his public swears to a minimum. Besides, he had no bone to pick with his team in Congress. All that implied "pass this mutha effer" was for the members of the Republican Party in Congress who enjoy holding up all appointments, filibustering everything and generally accusing the president of doing nothing for jobs when they have this tendency to make sure nothing ever happens by stalling, obfuscating, delaying and denying anything with Democratic Party, presidential whiff to it on Capitol Hill.
With the Obama Presidency (and the constant disrespect this President gets for having the nerve to be president), sometimes it's hard to tell if Republicans are being dicks because the president is a black guy or because the president is a Democrat.
The US Post Office is dying and we're to blame because ... hey, anyone around here buy stamps anymore? Last year I went a WHOLE YEAR without buying stamps. I think I mailed one poor, pitiful thing through the Post Office. (And that's how they make their money, folks. USPS is not taxpayer funded.) The only thing more dead than my book of stamps is my check book, which only gets trotted out once a month to pay the rent. Because of people like me (and you), the Post Office is going broke. It was too good a thing to last anyway.