you’re a girl and yes I called u cute I meant it full homo I don’t half ass anything
"Why do you want this job?"
Because under capitalism I am forced to sell my labor in order to subsist.
I don’t like being asked by meat-eaters at dinner if I mind if they eat this piece of chicken/pig/cow in front of me. Yes, I mind. It puts me in the position of having to a) lie to you, to appease you and others at the table b) assume this fake politically correct, good-humoured thing to appease you and others at the table, or c) tell you that, "Yes, I do mind. That chicken/pig/cow is a murdered animal who died unnecessarily and I find it sad and offensive", which makes me the bad guy and ruins everyone’s good time. So, just don’t ask, or better yet, don’t eat animals at that meal.