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very very very longrant about fake ass allyship, my diversity overload, the crappiness of inclusivity that is my Peace Corps work country vs. my home country, and my being an angry Black woman. If you dont like how I say what I say then

this is me being me and not the happy-go-lucky person my job requires me to be. (and I do like being happy,too) Be grateful I put into under this cut. 


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the other day i was covering for one of our cashiers and a customer came through with a monster high doll. normally I’ll ask if the kid or whoever is a fan of whatever the person is purchasing and this person told me “yeah, she’s really into science and this one is sciencey, but i’m not too keen about the outfit”. i look at the box and nod and say “yeah, I don’t think open-toed heels are safe for a laboratory environment”. the customer just looked up at me with big eyes and whispered back “thank you for saying that”