I. While discussing the Grammys last week during lunch you offended me in about 10 different ways but your ignorance just makes me pity you. No, Chris Brown shouldn’t have performed and been awarded a Grammy. No, dressing the way Rhianna does not make her slutty or trashy or loose (if I had her body I’d be naked 24/7). And most importantly, those people who like to be hit for pleasure *do not* like the type of abuse that Chris Brown thinks is appropriate (myself included).
II. I realise that you are an older woman from a different generation and getting married and having a baby is something that a woman my age should be doing now but I’m not. You’ve asked me and I’ve told you more than once now I don’t even have a boyfriend so marriage and babies aren’t on my to-do list now. So every time we sit down to lunch together it becomes more and more awkward. You outdid yourself, however, when I told you I don’t even think I want kids and you followed up with, “I was selfish when I was younger too. You’ll feel differently.”
This coupled with the Passive-Aggressive Co-Worker makes for an interesting work situation most days.