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  • (I work the floor at an independently-owned menswear store. The owner, my boss, spends a lot of time at the shop, and tries to keep prices as low as possible to help our city’s large homeless population get good job interview clothes. A clearly homeless man is wandering around the store. The other patrons are giving him looks.)

  • Customer:

    “Excuse me, sir?”

  • Me:

    “Yes, ma’am?”

  • Customer:

    “I think you may want to call security. That… bum over there, he keeps feeling the suits and muttering to himself. I’m just sure he’s planning to steal one.”

  • Me:

    “Well, ma’am, I think that’s quite unlikely.”

  • Customer:

    “Oh, come on, you know how they are! I mean, I’d keep an eye on him even if he wasn’t homeless!”

  • (The homeless man in question happens to be Hispanic.)

  • Me:

    “We don’t discriminate here, ma’am.”

  • Customer:

    “Well, I’m sure the owner would want to hear about this!”

  • (I give in and call him over. The customer explains her concerns. As a black man, my boss isn’t happy with her racism, but agrees to talk to the homeless man.)

  • Owner:

    “Excuse me, sir, are you finding what you need?”

  • Homeless Man:

    “Well, not really. I’m hoping for something versatile in a dark or navy wool, but most of the options in my size are cut American style instead of European, which fits me a little better. Not to mention they’re all pinstriped, which I really don’t have the build for, you know?”

  • Owner:

    “I… yes, I understand. I think we may have some options over here, if you’ll follow me. How did you know all that?”

  • Homeless Man:

    “Back before I lost my job, I used to be really into this stuff. I’m not looking for anything fancy, just something I can use to look good for a job interview later today.”

  • (My boss helps him find something he likes, and comes to the counter with him. The suit is priced at $87.)

  • Homeless Man:

    *digging in his pockets* “Hang on, I think I’ve got enough.”

  • Owner:

    *to me* “Take my card. I’m buying it for him.” *to the homeless man* “Here. The suit’s yours, on one condition. After your interview today, you come back and apply for a job here too. Got it?”

  • Homeless Man:

    “I… oh my God, thank you. Thank you so much.”

  • (Two years later, that formerly-homeless man is my manager, and has a little girl with his new wife—the owner’s sister.)



Reasons I love Megan Denise Fox.

Because if I don’t stand up for her, who will? Okay, I can name about 6 people that will, but we’re small voices that can’t do anything. But I’m not gonna stop standing up for her. Even if the media refuses to NOT take Michael’s side.
You don’t have to be a fan of Megan Fox to acknowledge the injustice Megan suffered on the set of Transformers from Michael Bay and his “loyal” crew. When Megan’s comment on Michael Bay came out, everyone sided with Michael Bay, calling Megan a “brat” or “ungrateful” and saying she should have kept her mouth shut. These are grown ass men and they couldn’t shrug off a comment from a 23 year old woman. This Behind the Scene clip is just a glimpse and I cannot even imagine what ended up on the cutting room floor. Detailed bullet point of their relationship throughout the years. (stops after Jonah Hex) [x]
Michael made Megan model wardrobe options (short shorts and belly tops) in front of a room full of men, made her audition by washing his car in a bikini while he filmed it (of which Michael Bay hasn’t denied) And while the disgusting 3 quarters of the planet will side with Michael saying Megan’s a “whore” and “agreed to it anyways” or “asked for it”, do not know her side of the story. Megan’s wanted to act for her entire life stemming from Judy Garland and Marilyn Monroe.Day in and day out for both Transformers movies, Megan had this tyrant barking orders at her about bending over the car, arch her back and dictating what she wore and even naming her character after himself. Michael Bay is disgusting. I don’t care what Megan says about him now, it doesn’t excuse how he treated her and dragged her name through the mud. Megan’s been on 12 movies so far and has only had ONE crew complain about her. But to this day, people BELIEVE she’s the bad one to work with. That’s the power of this piece of shit, Michael Bay.

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(Source: MeganFoxRocksMyWorld)



Autoimmune Disease Acts Like Demonic Possession

Susannah Cahalan started feeling a bit off. Numbness on one side of the body, losing sleep, crying hysterically one minute and laughing the next. She went to get MRIs but they showed nothing. Things were getting a bit more strange.

Her boyfriend told her how at one point while they were watching a show together she started grinding her teeth, moaning, and biting her tongue until she finally passed out. He took her to the hospital and they found out it was a seizure. Her first of many. Things got worse.

She stopped eating, became paranoid and delusional, had more seizures in which blood would spurt out of her mouth. She was hospitalized (one nurse recalls that in the middle of the night while she was getting blood, Susannah sat up straigh and slapped her). Numerous tests were done and the doctors couldn’t figure out what was wrong.

That is until Dr. Souhel Najjar came into the picture. He asked her to draw a clock. When she showed him what she had drawn he knew exactly what was wrong with her. All the numbers were written on the right side of the clock face, and no numbers were on the left side.

She had anti-NMDAR encephalitis. The receptors in the frontal lobe, responsible for cognitive reasoning, and the limbic system, or the emotional center of the brain, are under assault by the immune system. In other words, her body was attacking her brain. Nearly 90% of people that suffer from this go undiagnosed and it is more common in women.



Oh, and she wrote a book about it called 

Brain on Fire: My Month of Madness


Anonymous asked:

Hey aspdocs! So I'm in high school and feeling bored and a little burned out (I'm a sophomore!) I loved bio last year and Spanish so I had things to look forward to. Now I'm in chem, which I don't like near as much and my Spanish teacher just isn't as good as my previous one. My real problem is, I can't wait to go to college and am seriously considering a job in medicine. Yet, I'm "stuck" in high school for almost 3 more years. I'm having real trouble enjoying it right now, any advice?


Calm down anxious-to-metamorph-caterpillar.

I have this very vivid memory of being about 6 or 7 and my Mom bought herself a candybar in the checkout at the grocery. My sister and I were probably being monsters, because I remember her saying, “The only good thing about being a grownup is that you can eat candybars whenever you want.”

Being in college is really awesome in a lot of ways, probably the ones you’re thinking about. It also really sucks because suddenly the real world shows its ugly side.

Enjoy high school because this is the easiest you will ever have it. You probably don’t pay rent, food and toilet paper magically appear for you, you’re not in charge of your electric/phone/internet bills, and someone is around to keep track of you and make sure you go to class. You shouldn’t have any debt. You are beholden to no one and nothing. You can eat macaroni and cheese and watch all of Supernatural in your underwear in your room all day if you want with very few real life consequences. All you have to do is always use a condom and not break the law and you’ll be ok! (Note: I am aware that these are sweeping generalizations, ok?)


Enjoy it while you can. Even if it is a little boring sometimes. Because pretty soon there will be no one making sure you get up for school in the morning and do your homework on time, you’ll have to pay for keeping the heat at 85 in the middle of winter and 68 in the peak of summer (spoiler: probably costs too much money), what you put into your body will suddenly have very real life consequences, you will have to do dishes and laundry and vacuum, and you will have to ensure that there is always toilet paper before the burrito diarrhea from hell happens. Eventually you might have animals or small people who depend on you for survival. It kind of sucks having responsibility all the time every day that never goes away.

So enjoy these last years of freedom, ok?

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