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Okay, so long story short, I got my hair cut last weekend. I now have layers in the front. (I SWEAR THIS IS IMPORTANT.) This means I have little bits that escape my hair clip if I put my hair up and cannot be arsed to do it properly.
Evidently the little short bits are of great interest to the cat. After chewing on them for a few seconds (until I threw him off the couch), he climbed back up and just... sat there. Danny has, for the past half hour, been sitting on the back of the couch, hunched over staring intently at my hair, and purring, very, very loudly.
Should I be worried?
AND NOW HE HAS TILTED HIS HEAD AND IS STARING AT ME. WTF.
This is why I'm a dog person. Dogs can't do prolonged creepy stares. They get bored, forget what they were doing, and fall asleep on your legs.
EDIT: WOW. NEW RAGE.
"I think the rules that the Board of Pharmacy enacted made pharmacists choose between their livelihoods and their deeply held moral and religious beliefs."
Yes. Yes, they absolutely did. And THAT'S WHAT THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO DO. If you deeply hold your religious beliefs so deeply that you can't do your job within the constraints of your job DESCRIPTION and also THE LAW, you should FIND A DIFFERENT FUCKING JOB.
If you are so besotted with your religion that it prevents you from doing your job, THEN FIND A DIFFERENT JOB. Anything else, and you're just hanging on so that you can inconvenience people and fuck with their lives like a judgemental asshole. Remaining a pharmacist with a stated personal prejudice against the dispensing of birth control is kind of like remaining a botanist once you discover you have a violent, destructive dislike of all things green. Kind of a conflict of interests, don't you think?
To clarify, if you are a pharmacist, it is YOUR JOB to DISPENSE PRESCRIPTIONS as filled out by doctors and brought to you by their patients. It is NOT YOUR JOB to ANALYSE SAID PRESCRIPTIONS in the context of your scientifically unverifiable moral convictions, the principles of numerology, or the advice of TINY PINK INVISIBLE DANCING UNICORNS.
THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH SWEARWORDS IN THE WORLD, GUYS.
Evidently the little short bits are of great interest to the cat. After chewing on them for a few seconds (until I threw him off the couch), he climbed back up and just... sat there. Danny has, for the past half hour, been sitting on the back of the couch, hunched over staring intently at my hair, and purring, very, very loudly.
Should I be worried?
AND NOW HE HAS TILTED HIS HEAD AND IS STARING AT ME. WTF.
This is why I'm a dog person. Dogs can't do prolonged creepy stares. They get bored, forget what they were doing, and fall asleep on your legs.
EDIT: WOW. NEW RAGE.
"I think the rules that the Board of Pharmacy enacted made pharmacists choose between their livelihoods and their deeply held moral and religious beliefs."
Yes. Yes, they absolutely did. And THAT'S WHAT THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO DO. If you deeply hold your religious beliefs so deeply that you can't do your job within the constraints of your job DESCRIPTION and also THE LAW, you should FIND A DIFFERENT FUCKING JOB.
If you are so besotted with your religion that it prevents you from doing your job, THEN FIND A DIFFERENT JOB. Anything else, and you're just hanging on so that you can inconvenience people and fuck with their lives like a judgemental asshole. Remaining a pharmacist with a stated personal prejudice against the dispensing of birth control is kind of like remaining a botanist once you discover you have a violent, destructive dislike of all things green. Kind of a conflict of interests, don't you think?
To clarify, if you are a pharmacist, it is YOUR JOB to DISPENSE PRESCRIPTIONS as filled out by doctors and brought to you by their patients. It is NOT YOUR JOB to ANALYSE SAID PRESCRIPTIONS in the context of your scientifically unverifiable moral convictions, the principles of numerology, or the advice of TINY PINK INVISIBLE DANCING UNICORNS.
THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH SWEARWORDS IN THE WORLD, GUYS.