I wouldn't demand professional-level commitment if I weren't paying for it. That seems the height of rudeness. I work around doctors all day and I don't even ask them any personal medical questions.
I'm a professional writer and editor, and friends often ask me for favors. Like KatesMom, I used to oblige until one friend asked me to edit multiple versions of her book manuscript for free. When the book was published she sent me a email explaining where I could buy it. Now I suggest that friends hire a freelance editor.
"If there are no dogs in heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went." ó Will Rogers
People seem to get some perverse pleasure out of trying to get something for nothing and, like KM points out, you don't usually get the whole story...don't really want it... which can have a lot to do with the answer that you give. It can be like Catch 22.
"...each affects the other, and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one." - Mitch Albom, one helluva writer.
When you throw a rock into a pack of dogs, you know which one you hit by the one that yelps!
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The last word isn't really important in situations when nobody is listening.
Ok, the scalp 'm up, woo woo woo, redskin Indian thing coming out of the countass' mouth was crass. And, no, she doesn't get a pass for being "part" American Indian. IMHO, her comments were akin to African American rapsters who screech f'ing N in their x-rated trash recordings. The countass is a crude one for sure. And she was only "surprised" not disturbed by the filthy "music" at the party. There's a time and place for everything, and gritty swearing can be humorous; but at a Christmas party where the women are all dressed up singing lovely little carols... wow, crass, crude, filthy countass.
"Not my circus. Not my monkeys"
~~ Old Polish Proverb ~~
But I donít want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you canít help that," said the Cat: "weíre all mad here.
My husband who is native, was very offended. He said she may have some native blood in her, but it is probably very distant. The whole thing struck me as being planned ahead by Luann and Jacque. I re-watched it from the start, and she gave him a very telling look. Like-oh yes Jacque lets do this! Probably keeping her storyline fresh.
I very much believe in rescuing animals, not buying them.
Candice Bergen, on finding her dog, Lois, a terrier/basset hound mix
I think the problem is that LuAnn may be part Native American but she has no connection to that culture. Rappers, being an actual part of the African American culture, can reclaim the "n-word" if they want. But I, as an outsider in that culture, cannot change the way African American's relate to that word, nor should I try. LuAnn, for all her "native american blood" is not culturally native american, and she should be respectful.
I think Heather is trying desperately to fill the part of New York businesswoman and failing.
LuLu: YOU CAN'T SING!! Please stop trying!
The funniest thing about this particular signature is that by the time you realise it doesn't say anything it's too late to stop reading it.
Lulu is lulu That wasn't very funny but I am just not feeling well. She is nutty
Sometimes right back where you started from is right where you belong.
Luann is who she is.
I'm not giving her a pass, but I do think Carole's sanctimonius "3rd graders..." was just over the top!! If somebody made a comment like that to me, I think I'd have to swat her.
To Thine Own Self Be True