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So let me tell you about the shittiest parent on the motherfucking planet.

I work at a grocery store and this man comes in with his 11 year old son. He buys a pack a cigarettes and a two cases of beer. The son was holding a two dollar drawing pad and placed it on the belt and I guess the dad didn’t notice it at first but when I was about to scan the pad he asked where’d it have come from and turned towards the kid and asked “Did you put that shit up there?”. He told me to put it back and then told his 11 year old child that he “ain’t paying for that gay ass notebook.”.  So I looked at the kid, who was close to tears and saying how he ran out of paper at home and my heart broke. So I gave the pad to him, for free, and told the dad I would take care of it. I gave the kid some tokens for a game outside and said I would look forward to buying some of his drawings and paintings when he’s all famous. He kids face was so priceless and I thought everything was good. But then, about 10 ten minutes after giving the kid his notebook, I walked outside and saw this. The drawing pad all ripped up and tossed on the pavement. I could only imagine what happened in the parking lot, but I know that that poor kid heart is fucking ripped apart, just like this pad.

I’m fucking horrified that there are parents like this, who, just because it’s not masculine or gender specificthey won’t let their children follow their true passions or explore interests that lead to their happiness. Even more so, I’m horrified that parents don’t care about the fine arts anymore because it doesn’t have job security. Since when did it ever matter to a child if their passion makes them money or not? Parenting is about supporting whatever makes your child happy. Have some fucking consideration for your child’s wants not your homophobic and anti-art ideals. 

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This Is Just A Good Video About Why The Words 'Good' And 'Bad' Are Bad For Us

After watching the video, reblog with your favorite new way of saying good and bad.

Good = Ace
Bad =  Grody

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Call It Puppy Love: Two Dogs Marry In Most Expensive Pet Wedding Ever | Jezebel

"The wedding was held by Baby Hope Diamond’s owner Wendy Diamond, an animal welfare activist, to benefit the Humane Society of New York with all of the ceremony’s goods and services, which included a celebrity wedding planner, a pet buffet and an officiation by Triumph the Insult Comic Dog, having been donated and guests purchasing tickets to attend."

On possibly the worst day of my life, I got a job off craigslist designing wedding/bridal shower invites for this stupid fucking event. Then the original dog, Lucky Diamond (famous for being the dog most photographed with celebrities), died (she had cancer; yes, her owner was throwing a wedding for her dog who was dying of cancer) so the crazy dog lady adopted a new one, gave it the same name but put “Baby” in front of it, and had the wedding anyway. She’s an animal welfare activist and is donating the money to the Humane Society, so that’s good, but I have never been more condescended to and personally insulted by an employer than on the day I worked for her.

The craigslist ad said that she needed someone who knew Photoshop and InDesign. And when I talked to her on the phone before she hired me, I confirmed that she needed just Photoshop and InDesign because pretty much every “Graphic Designer Wanted” ad wants someone who knows Illustrator and I don’t know Illustrator. She confirmed, yes, just Photoshop and InDesign. Awesome, I accepted the job and she asked me to be at her apartment at 9 a.m. Then I got an e-mail two hours later asking me to be there at 8 a.m instead. Awesome, fine, whatever. It meant I had to get up at 6 a.m. but I was gung-ho, I was full-time unemployed and I had finally managed to find a small freelance gig. Everything was going to be great.

I got there right on time, I made sure to be friendly and smiling because I could tell she she was in a complete panic because her full-time designer had gone on a last minute vacation and she was desperate for these invitations because the bridal shower was scheduled for the following week. I did my best to be reassuring and positive and I got to work right away. I thought it was hilarious. I’m designing dog invitations! I tweeted something about having the most ridiculous job that day and being thrilled about it because…DOG WEDDING INVITATIONS. Such fun!

I could not have been more wrong. I started designing the invitations, which immediately became an ordeal because she didn’t understand how .pdfs worked so every time I adjusted the font slightly in InDesign I had to reexport it as a .pdf and then from the .pdf as a .jpg. Even though she was sitting 10 ft behind me, she refused to look at anything unless it was e-mailed to her…and this happened like 20+ times which means I had 40+ different variations of the dog wedding invitation on my computer. Also there was no dog groom at the time that the invitations were being designed and she kept complaining about the big blank space aka where the groom’s name was supposed to go. 

But that was just the tip of the crazypants iceberg. I can handle nitpicky clients. I kept thinking of Clients From Hell and telling myself, "Okay, this is the real deal. Clients are stupid and ask for ridiculous demands but it’s my job to make what they want happen, that’s how this works. Just buckle down and do it. You can do it."

Rough layouts for the invitations complete, she then sent me some caricature/logo drawings the vacationing designer had drawn of herself and the dog to put on them.

And of course…

they were

all

in

Illustrator.

Luckily, by chance, earlier that week I had sat myself down and done some basic Illustrator tutorials (in what turned into an incredibly frustrating 6 hours) so I had a basic understanding of the program but these were professional, stylized caricatures and she wanted me to change the clothes and put hats on them and take the dog out of the basket it was sitting in and put it in a wedding dress and then have her caricature holding the dog caricature instead of a teacup, etc, etc. So I had to explain to her that I didn’t know how the program worked and even if I did, I’d be working with someone else’s art style and that you can’t just take an illustrated dog out of a basket and put it in a wedding dress easy-peasy because it’s not like the illustrated dog’s body exists behind the basket…I’d have to hand draw the dog’s body to match the drawing style and that’s just not a task for a beginner. She didn’t understand at all.

In fact, she looked me directly in the eye and said, "You just have a bad attitude, that’s what this is. If you think positively, I know you can do this." 

As though if I just smiled, I’d be magically endowed with mad Illustrator skills. 

"It’s not an attitude problem, it’s a skill set problem," I muttered under my breath. She may have heard me, I don’t know. Probably.  

"Photoshop, InDesign, Illustrator…they’re all the same, right? They’re all in competition or something. How hard can it be, really? Just stop complaining and think positively. You’ll never get anywhere in life if you can’t think positively.”

I can’t even go into more of how horrible that day was. I haven’t even touched on her personal assistant who really was incompetent and her “yes-woman” who looked sort of like Barbara Streisand and would hover over my shoulder occasionally saying things like, "Tsk-tsk…the clutter in this office, how do you deal with that? You need to clean it up, clear a pathway in here. It’s a metaphor for life. If your office is a clutter, how will you ever make it through?" (even though all I had brought with me was my backpack and the clutter was all there when I arrived) and "What do you mean you aren’t supposed to use more than three font sizes? I know what I’m talking about. I used to be the lead designer for Animal Fair magazine!”

Look, guys, I want you to understand that I really, truly tried my best to make everything work. This was my first professional freelance graphic design gig. I wanted so badly for it to go well. I looked up tutorials for hand-drawing in Illustrator and reminded myself over and over and that I had been meaning to learn Illustrator anyway so I shouldn’t look at this as a problem as much as a high-pressure opportunity to do so.

I ended up sort of getting the dog caricature into a wedding dress, but honestly it looked more like it was wearing a ghost costume with flowers on it. 

She only paid me $100 (which is fine, that’s what we agreed on in advance), even though she also had me do some stuff that I have a regular freelance rate for which is considerably higher than $100/day…like setting up her PayPal account (I spent a good 45 minutes on the phone with them on her behalf), explaining to her how Facebook and Twitter work, fixing some of her WordPress layout and oh, did I mention she didn’t let me get lunch or offer me water or anything to eat? She offered me a slice of her lean cuisine microwavable wheat pizza around noon, but that was it and I said no because yuck.

I’ve been debating whether or not to write about this ever since it happened in May — she meant to have me sign an NDA but never actually did…and since that was mostly to prevent me from leaking top secret details about the location/guests at the wedding and the wedding is now over…I hope you enjoyed the story of one of the worst work days of my life. Please don’t send this to her. 

tl;dr crazy dog lady is crazy.

Pictures: "A Look At The World’s Most Expensive Pet Wedding" | BuzzFeed

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thewordunheard:

kelsium:

So, yeah, uh, no. When a performer stands on stage and asserts that it would be funny if a female audience member were gang raped, and that audience member is so uncomfortable that she has to flee the theater, that would not be rape culture “satire.” That would be actual rape culture. Like, a culture in which rape is tolerated and embraced. The definition of rape culture.

This is totally fucking disgusting and totally validates how I’ve ALWAYS felt really squicked out by Daniel Tosh.

Man, it really sucks I used to think he was coming from a place of intelligent satire, right around the time of his first album when he wasn’t making awful rape jokes, but it’s more clear now that he’s just a lazy asshole who thinks he can get laughs solely off the shock value of his material. Fucking gross

Yep, officially 100% done with Daniel Tosh. Gross.

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Today in Anderson Cooper making people look stupid simply by asking questions: This lady. It may be the best entry in this subgenre of news since this video(via pbump)

Ignorant Bigot: Ignorant, Bigoted more at 11.

Anderson Cooper: If some people were talking about putting Jews behind electric fences, I imagine that would be of concern to you.

this bitch

apparently not…

I hope for her sake that Jesus is waiting at the bottom of the hole she’s just dug for herself. Eesh. Idiot.

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the worst people are idiots

I wonder why I'm not religious

khealywu:

If you don’t want to punch your desk and have a complete rage stroke, don’t click.

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coketalk:

This may be a campaign about HIV/AIDS awareness, but that’s no excuse. This is blatant misogyny, really sinister stuff that conveys a much more profound message about the female body.
Take another look at it. She’s got a killer smile, but still, you can’t see her eyes. The model is cropped so that she’s essentially headless. What makes her human is gone. What makes her a woman is on display. That’s a very deliberate creative choice.
She is an object to be fucked without a brain or an identity. Worse still, her vagina is a fully indexed destination on a Google map. The visual metaphor is so potent (and porn is so ubiquitous) that this image is more jarring than one in which she shows us her actual pussy.
It’s not about the fact that she’s had sex with Bill Johnson and 19 others. Who gives a fuck? What’s toxic is the idea that they checked into her vagina on Foursquare. It’s saying is that a her private parts aren’t private at all. They’re public. That’s the implicit message in this image, and it’s degrading as hell.
It’s not slut-shaming so much as it’s female-shaming, and it reinforces the age-old cultural narrative that women’s bodies aren’t their own.

This is so appalling. So appalling. 

coketalk:

This may be a campaign about HIV/AIDS awareness, but that’s no excuse. This is blatant misogyny, really sinister stuff that conveys a much more profound message about the female body.

Take another look at it. She’s got a killer smile, but still, you can’t see her eyes. The model is cropped so that she’s essentially headless. What makes her human is gone. What makes her a woman is on display. That’s a very deliberate creative choice.

She is an object to be fucked without a brain or an identity. Worse still, her vagina is a fully indexed destination on a Google map. The visual metaphor is so potent (and porn is so ubiquitous) that this image is more jarring than one in which she shows us her actual pussy.

It’s not about the fact that she’s had sex with Bill Johnson and 19 others. Who gives a fuck? What’s toxic is the idea that they checked into her vagina on Foursquare. It’s saying is that a her private parts aren’t private at all. They’re public. That’s the implicit message in this image, and it’s degrading as hell.

It’s not slut-shaming so much as it’s female-shaming, and it reinforces the age-old cultural narrative that women’s bodies aren’t their own.

This is so appalling. So appalling. 

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think-progress:

Ooooooooooh boy. 
Rep. Darrell Issa (R-CA) compares his all-male anti-contraception panel to Martin Luther King Jr. 

think-progress:

Ooooooooooh boy. 

Rep. Darrell Issa (R-CA) compares his all-male anti-contraception panel to Martin Luther King Jr. 

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what the fuck


Sometimes, the biggest misogynists are women.


Jesus fucking Christ. I really hope these girls know what they’re condoning, you know? Because this is just fucking ridiculous. This romanticized domestic violence and violence in general. It excuses Chris Brown from being the asshole that it takes him to be to trash Rihanna like he did and, thereby, excuses every abuser reading these tweets. By excusing Chris, you excuse the community. It tells them: This is okay. You will still be accepted if you beat your wife. In fact, women will still want you. In fact, they’ll want you more, because they like that shit. It’s eerily reminiscent of rape jokes that glorify rapists—that tell rapists, “This is okay, and better yet, it’s funny to do that to a woman.” It’s not fucking funny. Do you think any woman who has ever been beaten has gone to the hospital or the therapy that ensues in some cases laughing? Or even smiling?
Take a fucking note, girls: being beaten and having rough sex is not the same thing, and never will be. Look at yourselves and seriously think about this. If you’ve ever thought it’s funny, or excusable, or attractive, or desirable, or masculine, just fucking look at yourselves.
You don’t want to be beaten. You don’t.

THE WORST.

rachellephant:

cyruspotnoodle:

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aweepingangel:

what the fuck

Sometimes, the biggest misogynists are women.

Jesus fucking Christ. I really hope these girls know what they’re condoning, you know? Because this is just fucking ridiculous. This romanticized domestic violence and violence in general. It excuses Chris Brown from being the asshole that it takes him to be to trash Rihanna like he did and, thereby, excuses every abuser reading these tweets. By excusing Chris, you excuse the community. It tells them: This is okay. You will still be accepted if you beat your wife. In fact, women will still want you. In fact, they’ll want you more, because they like that shit. It’s eerily reminiscent of rape jokes that glorify rapists—that tell rapists, “This is okay, and better yet, it’s funny to do that to a woman.” It’s not fucking funny. Do you think any woman who has ever been beaten has gone to the hospital or the therapy that ensues in some cases laughing? Or even smiling?

Take a fucking note, girls: being beaten and having rough sex is not the same thing, and never will be. Look at yourselves and seriously think about this. If you’ve ever thought it’s funny, or excusable, or attractive, or desirable, or masculine, just fucking look at yourselves.

You don’t want to be beaten. You don’t.

THE WORST.

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Remember the scandal over Janet Jackson’s boob during the Super Bowl?

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redlightpolitics:

Super Bowl Viewers Will See Graphic Anti-Abortion Ads With Pictures Of Bloody Fetuses

What. The. Fuck.

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peepchick101:

What the fuck, FOX? “5 Feminist Demands She Wants You to Ignore”

just in case you’re wondering, “I can think for myself” is one of these headlining gems.  Idk.  It’s really depressing but also perhaps good to know that this is actually what a lot of people would just nod their heads to and agree with.    But the overall concept here is that to be “a good man” in a heterosexual relationship, you must ignore what someone is asking you/saying to you/consenting to when it comes to their preferences.   Which, no matter what your views are on these topics, is a horrible precedent!

And in truth, sure, some people like having their bill paid for and whatever.  Not my life, not my issue.   But articles like that further work to convince people that I really can’t have a preference- that even stating that I have a preference is just some nefarious denial thing where I will actually be pissed off if I do pay/secretly pleased when they ignore my request to pay my way. 

I was also quite bothered that “Don’t Objectify Me!” was on there, because the article seems to make no distinction between objectification and appreciation, and there’s a difference.   “Independent women today want to be valued for their intelligence, their work ethic, their kindness — oh yeah, and their looks. Things have changed, but they haven’t changed that much. Females who claim they aren’t impressed by compliments about their appearance are liars. The beauty and fashion industries would implode if this were true.”

Of course people like compliments but there’s a way to give compliments that isn’t objectifying.  And it’s completely possible to place more emphasis on your respect and adoration for someone’s mind and values rather than their “looks,” because the beauty and fashion industries are fueled to some degree by a lot of physical insecurities that are taught to us, even if these do end up becoming choices we make on our own accord.   I feel like that’s pretty basic and logical but maybe it isn’t?? 

"While the notion of the sexy feminist isn’t completely false, you need to be aware of those pesky feminist demands that even the most independent of women is expecting you to ignore. Why don’t women just tell you what they want, you ask? Silly rabbit, then they wouldn’t be women!"

BRB, having a rage blackout. Also, the picture they chose to accompany that “article”…what the hell?

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hbbanana:

Why does everyone from Allderdice think that they can become famous?!

Anyways, enjoy Shira’s “Pound on my Cupcake Muffin”

No joke, you guys, I went to a Jewish day school with this girl for like 6 years. And to high school with her for 2 years. What the hell. Also, her dad is totally the guy driving that car and this was all shot in Pittsburgh. Gross. 

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