Labor unions were angry with President Clinton for signing into law the North American Free Trade Agreement. They pressured Congress to act to revisit the law. When the House of Representatives initially rejected Clinton’s request to negotiate new trade deals in 1997, Clinton had to show he took labor’s concerns seriously. So as part of a new trade deal with Cambodia, Clinton agreed to a union proposal to provide the Cambodian government incentives to improve the conditions of apparel workers. The final compromise between the Clinton administration and labor allowed workers to unionize in return for an increased export quota. They received $50 a month for a 48-hour week, a dozen federal holidays, vacation days, sick leave and maternity leave. The Cambodian deal became the only free trade agreement with an enforceable labor provision.
Because Im very much a femme (my partner isnt) I like my dresses, my lipstick, i wear heels everyday and I have a alot of different friends, though when i tell people Im meeting up with a female friend they say "cool whatever" but if I say im seeing a guy friend they go "oooh lala ;) who is he?" they all know Im a lesbian, but this is the reaction I get, like my partner isnt real, do i have to shave my head and get some flannel shirts before people take me seriously as a lesbian?!?!
Oh, tell me about it! I know! It’s ridiculous. I’ve had people messaging me before asking me for advice on how to dress like a lesbian, and I’m just like, well, if you’re a lesbian, where whatever you want and bam, you’re dressed like a lesbian.
Why do people feel like you need to dress a certain way, or act a certain way to be a lesbian? It shouldn’t be so hard to be overtly feminine and be taken seriously as a gay woman!
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weeeee hello loves i haven’t done a follow forever for a few months now and i feel like bc this is a new blog, i should totally do one to thank all the friends i’ve made here & also to #expose myself a lil’. ignore the graphic tbh it’s lame af i just wanted to get something quick out so i could get to the main point of the follow forever. i moved blogs bc i wasn’t very happy, but, since coming to this blog i think i’ve been a little bit better & i’ve also made so many more new friends too !! i love each and every follower that i have and i appreciate every single person that puts up with me. i’ve decided that under the cut i’m gunna write lil’ notes to some of my closest friends/rp partners bc i’ve never done that before & i’ve always wanted to tbh. anyway,,,, i hope i don’t forget anyone!!
these people are who i’ve either rp’ed with quite a bit & love v much or i love their blogs from afar and y’all are so rad:
“It’s like, I don’t even care what happens for the rest of the day.”
“She fed me. She gets a free pass.”
“She’s good. She knows the way to my…files.”
“She enjoys having some effect on a man?! Does that mean she always knows?! Crap, crap, crap.”
*puppy eyes* “Don’t blame me. It’s not my fault!”
The time when we started finishing each other’s train of thought, and sentences.
“Is she for real?”
“I think she just might be.”
“Because if she’s just winding me up, that would be too cruel.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a real woman before in my life.”
“And yes, the ass is still gorgeous.”
*doing a little internal happy dance*
“She loves me, she loves me not…”
“Forget it, Collins. Not sharing. Nope.”
“I can’t stop touching it. It’s so beautiful.”
Expressions perfectly capturing man’s eternal struggle when it comes to women.
Yuk yuk yuk yuck!
Jack: “I finished the food basket.”
Hugh: “I feel your pain, man.”
Ooh sassy Jack. Go, Jack, go! Depress this idiot’s pretensions.
“I can’t let an obviously innocent woman go to the gallows.” Either that, or he’s checking his breath just in case Phryne drops in.
Harrowed Jack. My third favourite kind. Or is it fourth? Sod it, they’re all my favourites.
Sorry, guys, but where exactly did it land? It could be in either of two places, judging by your lines of sight. Unless it somehow split in half in mid air, because the sexual tension in the room was just too much for its little metal heart.
“She has a fanciful imagination. Duly noted. Good. Good. So have I.”
“Just in case I miss anything, let me check ALL angles.”
“Here she comes, walking down the street…”
“She came when I summoned her! I could do a little waltz of happiness.”
“Bet you didn’t see that one coming, Miss Fisher! See, I can be even more wonderful than you thought possible.”
“She is glorious.”
“She is so beautiful, she makes me ache.”
“It makes me happy just to look at her. She’s so full of life and light and mischief. I could very easily find myself thinking, ‘My God, this woman is perfect.’”
“I want to solve cases with her every day.”
*forming certain unshakeable intentions with regard to a certain lady detective*
BAD BOY!¡! Shawn always get what he wants and when you move to his school he can’t help but see you as another name to check off his long list of hookups. Being shy, secluded and protective over yourself you resist any attempt he makes to draw you in. Eventually your teacher pairs you us as partners for the year for group work. Shawn, at first, thinks that this is going to make his job 10x easier. As you two work together he starts to notice little things about you. The way you tuck strands of hair behind your ear, how you like to play Ed Sheehan, paramore, all time low and Selena Gomez while you work, the way your eyebrows furrow and how you bite your lip when your concentrating. Shawn couldn’t help but pretend to screw something up so you would have to help him figure it out. The way you would look down and smile when you understood something complex captivated him and the way you laughed at his jokes or occasionally made a sarcastic remark drove him crazy. As more time went by he realized that if he ever made another advance towards you it wouldn’t be just for one night.
I also think that Santana maybe struggled with her coming out for all of the fear reasons that we always talk about, but also because she wanted these "traditional" things (to be a wife, to take care of her partner, to make a nice home, to have babies) and she didn't know how to reconcile them with the stereotypes of lesbians that she knew. When she's older and understands they aren't exclusive, I think she probably jumps at the chance to do all of those things with Brittany, including carrying.