I get a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach when someone calls their work associates a “team”.
That equals ass-kissing, conformity and exclusion.
As a woman, you can only be part of a team if you’re pretty or beautiful or at least cute. I learned that a long time ago, about 67-68 years ago, in fact.
This is part of what it means to be an American in 2016.
It’s a measure of this society’s sickness that mentally ill people like Bernie Sanders and Donald Trump are actually taken seriously as candidates for the Presidency.
I really hate people.