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“76% of negative feedback given to women included personality criticism. For men, 2%. The study speaks to the impossible tightrope women must walk to do their jobs competently and to make tough decisions while simultaneously coming across as nice to everyone, all the time.” —http://www.nytimes.com/2014/09/28/opinion/sunday/learning-to-love-criticism.html (via maxofs2d)

Reblogging yourself is always a bit funny. Because I know 2014 Christina posted this because it genuinely rang true. But oh, 2014 Christina. If you had only known that 2015 (and the first working day of 2016) would just be one massive list of reasons why this is just the most sadly realistic thing ever.

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“Because we know we drive you to drink.” Love my team so much! Thank you all!

No filter necessary. Merry Christmas!

“Women in tech are the canary in the coal mine. Normally when the canary in the coal mine starts dying you know the environment is toxic and you should get the hell out. Instead, the tech industry is looking at the canary, wondering why it can’t breathe, saying ‘Lean in, canary. Lean in!’ When one canary dies they get a new one because getting more canaries is how you fix the lack of canaries, right? Except the problem is that there isn’t enough oxygen in the coal mine, not that there are too few canaries.” —Cecilia D'Anastasio, Does the Tech Industry Even Deserve Women?
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(Source: Vice Magazine, via librarysciences)

siftingfairydust:

Long Lost Century by The Woodlands

I would like this year to end now, please.

“You are your best thing.” —Toni Morrison, Beloved (via larmoyante)

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I couldn’t keep my cool.

Baby, every cloud has a silver lining
Baby, every dog really has its day
And it matters to me to see you smiling
Why don’t we blow all your cares away?

Yesterday’s gone and will be forgotten
And today is where every new day starts
Got to be free like the leaves in Autumn
You may be sad but it never lasts

And maybe, by the evening we’ll be laughing
Just wait and see all the changes there’ll be
By the time it gets dark

We could go out walking out in the sunshine
Look at all the people out in the street
Hurrying away to their business functions
Waiting for a taxi for aching feet

Light up your face, baby
Let’s get going
Wanna see a change in those weary eyes
We’ll have some fun
Take a boat out rowing
Why ever should life so serious?

And maybe, by the evening we’ll be laughing
Just wait and see all the changes there’ll be
By the time it gets dark

And maybe, by the evening we’ll be laughing
Just wait and see all the changes there’ll be
By the time it gets dark
By the time it gets dark
By the time it gets dark
By the time it gets dark

(Source: Spotify)

Okay BYE sunlight, see you in February or something.

Yesterday’s costume: a party animal with some co-workers
Today’s costume: girl with poor immune system

I have a friend who swears that you can kick a cold’s ass by chugging a gallon of orange juice in a day. I’m only doing a half gallon because I’m a wimp. Also, I can’t remember the last time I had orange juice when it wasn’t part of a mimosa (<- might be the douchiest thing I’ve ever said).

I asked my mom for a pair of dress shoes for my birthday. She’s incredibly generous and also cannot walk away from a good end-of-season sale (with a coupon kicker!).

We’ve had a running family joke about how susceptible to getting spoiled I am (significantly younger than my only sibling, youngest cousin, Long Island girl, etc.) and I brought it up when she gave me these. She looked me right in the eye and told me that she doesn’t have to ever worry about that, because she’s so proud of the independent person I’ve become. And then I almost cried.

To: Everyone who feels too self-conscious to show their midriff:

Congratulations. You made it through the summer of crop tops. I’m so proud of you. I’m so proud of me. You are beautiful and your beauty is only a small part of what makes you awesome.

(Sweater and boots season is so soon guys! SCARVES!!)

25.

Good fucking riddance, 24. You were a real turd.