This is a weird question but I went through a pretty big loss recently, both of my parents passed away.
I find watching grief / grieving / funeral scenes difficult. It's actually come up a lot on my Bravo shows and I have to fast forward.
How much of the first episode of the Salt Lake is dedicated to Mary's grief and the loss of her son? I'd just like to know before I tune in.
My partner was walking in Rock Creek Park on Sunday, September 13, around 7:30 PM when he was bitten by a leashed dog being walked by a woman who identified herself as a dog walker. He describes her as white, brunette, likely in her 20s, and wearing a utility belt typical of a dog walker. This happened in the alley behind Ingleside Terrace NW, next to the staircase that comes up from the Rock Creek Park trail into the alley.
He believes the dog may have been a bullmastiff or possibly a boxer, or a similar breed. He describes it as a larger dog.
The dog was leashed, but the dog walker was on her phone and appeared distracted. My partner came up alongside them from a side trail and believes he may have startled the dog walker and dog, at which point the dog lunged and bit him on the arm. He says the walker was apologetic and clearly felt terrible.
Unfortunately, in the immediate aftermath of being bitten, he did not exchange contact information with the dog walker. The bite was serious enough that he sought medical attention, and thankfully he is fine now. We are planning to report the bite to the city in the morning, but without any identifying information about the dog, walker, or owner, there is only so much information we can provide.
I’m posting for two reasons:
I’m not looking to vilify the dog or the walker or to make trouble for either of them. I would just really like to identify the dog, make sure the owner knows what happened, and get the information we need to properly report the bite.
Thanks for reading
I flew United from Dulles (IAD) to Syracuse (SYR) over the July 4 weekend. The outbound flight was delayed about three hours due to weather, which was frustrating but understandable.
My return flight to Dulles was then canceled because of weather. United rebooked me on a later flight that was also canceled. After that, the next available flight wasn't until 8 p.m. the following day. My in-laws live about 90 minutes from the airport and had already dropped me off, so I was essentially stranded.
Instead of waiting another day, I made my own arrangements to get back to DC and did not fly the rebooked United flight.
I requested a refund through United, but they responded that because the cancellation was due to weather, it wasn't eligible for compensation or reimbursement. Instead, they gave me 2,500 MileagePlus miles and a $75 travel voucher.
My original round-trip ticket cost $468.80.
Am I entitled to a refund of the unused segment? If so, what's the best way to pursue it?
I’m watching for the first time and it’s quite a ride.
Arianna comes off like she thinks she has everything all figured out (she is “smarter than every person she’s ever met” after all.)
She is really doing a “cool permissive trusting girlfriend who doesn’t do drama ” thing that is obvious with the benefit of knowing what happens with Scandoval, but for people who watched it unfold in real time, how did people feel about Arianna?
Ben posted this to threads Monday morning.
Weird lie from Amanda if true!
I’m a 41-year-old Black cis woman. Both of my parents recently passed away in a pretty difficult way, and between that and my age, I’ve been thinking a lot about who I am and who I’m meant to be.
I’ve never thought of myself as trans. Growing up, I leaned “tomboyish.” I had a brother, and I preferred hiking, getting dirty, and spending time outdoors with him and my dad. But my mom was very into traditional femininity, so I always dressed very girly and wasnt allowed to do much that wasnt girly. It didn’t feel like a choice or something I questioned; I didn’t really see an alternative.
I’ve also always been considered conventionally attractive, and my family praised me a lot for my looks. I’ve always hated that. To this day, I’m uncomfortable with people commenting on my appearance, whether positively or negatively.
I work in media, specifically audio. Even though my work has been public-facing, it’s mostly just been my voice. That’s given me a lot of freedom to present how I want. I’m most comfortable in casual, androgynous clothing. I didn’t own makeup or a bra. Because I wasn’t really being seen, it didn’t feel like it mattered.
Occasionally I’ve had to do live events, and for those I would usually dress more feminine, partly because I’ve noticed I’m treated better by my (mostly male) bosses when I do. I didn’t mind it much because it was sporadic. It felt almost like a kind of gender performance, something I could put on when needed and take off right after.
Recently, though, my job has shifted to video. Now I’m expected to appear on camera regularly, filming videos, being recorded at live events, posting on social media, etc.
On Monday, I filmed a face-only video and wore makeup because I know those videos perform better when women wear makeup. The next day, I was booked for something else, this time appearing on local TV in person. I realized I’d need to do my hair, maybe buy a new dress, shave my legs (which I rarely do), and generally put a lot of effort into my appearance.
I ended up having a mild panic attack. The idea of spending another day doing what feels like a labor-intensive, gendered performance of someone I’m not was overwhelming, both in labor and emotionally. It hit me that if I want to keep succeeding in this job, this is probably going to become a regular expectation.
I’m also very aware that, at my age and in a public-facing media career, my opportunities will probably decline once the men who run my industry no longer see me as conventionally attractive. So opting out of these increasingly aggressive performances of femininity feels high stakes. It feels like if I stop playing this role now, I may not get another shot at this level of career success.
That feels very different from before. It used to feel like an occasional, almost playful performance that I controlled. Now it feels like I’m being pushed to spend more and more time presenting as a version of myself that doesn’t feel authentic and can make me feel emotionally distress.
I also have a white male counterpart at work who doesn’t deal with any of this. He jokes that all he has to do to be “camera ready” is turn on the camera. While venting about this to my husband, I blurted out that I wish people saw a man when they looked at me instead of a conventionally attractive woman.
In my head, I meant that I wish work were as easy for me as it is for my male coworker. But my husband said it sounded like I was saying I want to present as a man.
And now I’m not sure. I’ve never thought of myself as trans, but I do find myself wishing people saw a man when they look at me. And I think I might actually feel more like a man than a woman ,but I just happen to be a woman.
I’m trying to understand whether this is about gender identity, or about being exhausted by the expectations placed on women, especially in public-facing work. Has anyone navigated something similar?
TL;DR: Career shift forcing me into a more feminine, on-camera role triggered a panic response and made me realize I might not identify as a woman the way thought I did.
I’m a 41-year-old cis queer woman. Both of my parents recently passed away in a pretty difficult way, and between that and my age, I’ve been thinking a lot about who I am and who I’m meant to be.
I’ve never thought of myself as trans. Growing up, I leaned “tomboyish.” I had a brother, and I preferred hiking, getting dirty, and spending time outdoors with him and my dad. But my mom was very into traditional femininity, so I always dressed very girly and wasnt allowed to do a lot that wasnt girly. It didn’t feel like a choice or something I questioned; I didn’t really see an alternative.
I’ve also always been considered conventionally attractive, and my parents praised me a lot for my looks. I’ve always hated that. To this day, I’m uncomfortable with people commenting on my appearance, whether positively or negatively.
I work in media, specifically audio. Even though my work has been public-facing, it’s mostly just been my voice. That’s given me a lot of freedom to present how I want. I’m most comfortable in casual, androgynous clothing. I didn’t own makeup or a bra. Because I wasn’t really being seen, it didn’t feel like it mattered.
Occasionally I’ve had to do live events, and for those I would usually dress more feminine, partly because I’ve noticed I’m treated better by my (mostly male) bosses when I do. I didn’t mind it much because it was sporadic. It felt almost like a kind of gender performance, something I could put on when needed and take off right after.
Recently, though, my job has shifted to video. Now I’m expected to appear on camera regularly, filming videos, being recorded at live events, posting on social media, etc.
On Monday, I filmed a face-only video and wore makeup because I know those videos perform better when women wear makeup. The next day, I was booked for something else, this time appearing on local TV in person. I realized I’d need to do my hair, maybe buy a new dress, shave my legs (which I rarely do), and generally put a lot of effort into my appearance.
I ended up having a mild panic attack. The idea of spending another day doing what feels like a labor-intensive, gendered performance of someone I’m not was overwhelming. It hit me that if I want to keep succeeding in this job, this is probably going to become a regular expectation.
That feels very different from before. It used to feel like an occasional, almost playful performance that I controlled. Now it feels like I’m being pushed to spend more and more time presenting as a version of myself that doesn’t feel authentic and often makes me feel emotionally distressed.
I also have a white male counterpart at work who doesn’t deal with any of this. He jokes that all he has to do to be “camera ready” is turn on the camera. While venting about this to my husband, I blurted out that I wish people saw a man when they looked at me instead of a conventionally attractive woman.
In my head, I meant that I wish work were as easy for me as it is for my male coworker. But my husband said it sounded like I was saying I want to present as a man.
And now I’m not sure. I’ve never thought of myself as trans, but I do find myself wishing people saw a man when they look at me. And I think I might actually feel more like a man than a woman ,but I just happen to be a woman.
I’m trying to understand whether this is about gender identity, or about being exhausted by the expectations placed on women, especially in public-facing work. Has anyone navigated something similar?
TL;DR: Later-in-life questioning—unsure if I’m reacting to gendered expectations at work or uncovering something deeper about my identity.
I know it's a long shot ! Would love to buy it off you!