People look down on McDonald’s employees but fail to realize that if all these folks left McDonald’s and pursued “better careers” your ass wouldn’t be able to get a McDouble with an Oreo McFlurry at 3am.
You can’t demand a service while simultaneously degrading those who provide it for you.
maids, waitresses, janitors, garbage collectors, and construction workers.
i think about this a lot
To the Parks & Rec cast, crew, and creative team—
Thank you for this beautiful, funny, sweet, warm, bright show. I’ve worked in politics and government for most of my career, and it’s such a joy to see my world rendered so lovingly onscreen. I never get tired of the friendships, the town meetings, the “history,” the musical acts…none of it.
I also want to thank you for something else: I’m the kind of fan that spends way too much time on the Internet, and when I started watching “Parks,” I did what I always do. It’s a process I’ve gone through for more fandoms than I can count: trawl Wikipedia for trivia, read a whole bunch of fanfiction, and lurk in a few relevant online communities.
But then something unexpected and new happened: I found an actual community.
Thanks to this show, in the last couple of years, I’ve met fellow Pawnee Goddesses from Australia to Boston (where I live). I’ve debated the accuracy of the Washington arc with the D.C. contingent and the never-cold weather in Pawnee with people who actually live in the Midwest. I’ve traded mix CDs and handmade waffle jewelry to celebrate Leslie’s birthday, and I just got my assignment for a “Secret Yatcher Otter” exchange.
But at some point, all of our conversations stopped being about just the TV show. It’s been so gradual that I only really realized it recently, but I’ve mailed holiday cards to L.A., Brazil, and North Carolina, and I’m saving up to visit the girls in Chicago, and vice versa. All of these once-faceless people have become very real, very important friends—people I talk to every day, people I turn to when I’m sad, people whose joys I celebrate like my own. The whole group (about thrity, depending on how you count) has even talked about a massive get-together to watch the finale next spring.
In the meantime, though, we got our act together enough to send you this—and our gratitude. It’s thanks to you that we all found each other, and we think that would make Leslie Knope pretty damn proud. When we’re here, we’re home.
find someone who looks at you the same way mark ruffalo looks at paul rudd
i changed my okcupid profile to say “you should message me if you know any good jokes about giraffes” and someone responded “you, a baby, and a giraffe walked into a bar, and then you walked out with me! ;) ;)” and i’m so angry because that doesn’t even make sense, there is ZERO adherence to structural joke norms, why the fuck is the baby there? did we leave the baby at the bar? jesus christ, did we fucking leave the baby with the fucking giraffe, that is NOT RESPONSIBLE
i have an interview on thursday and i’m v nervous pls send good vibes
I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS INTERVIEW FOR MONTHS. Someone awhile ago asked me if I could find it, and here it is! It’s a Baby Mama junket where Poehler talks to the interviewer about growing up in Burlington, MA, a “wicked smaht town”.