My family just called a meeting to tell me to 'forgive' a $12,000 loan to my cousin. You read that right.
I lent my older cousin a HUGE chunk of my savings last year. We had an agreement, a deadline, everything. Months after he was supposed to pay me back, nothing. Just excuses and ghosting. So I told him, look, if you don't pay up, I'm going to have to consider legal action.
"Being family doesn't erase accountability. If someone can borrow $12,000, refuse to repay it, and still expect support, the problem isn't the money, it's the lack of respect. Holding someone accountable for a debt doesn't make you selfish; it makes you someone who values fairness."
One of the revelations of the player podcast era is that you realize a whole lot of dudes in the NBA think this way pretty quickly and the ones who don’t are out of the league.
Hey, buddy, your mom thinks I don't know you flunked chemistry."
Pause.
Then:
"I flunked it twice."
Another pause.
"You're too hard on yourself. That's the real family curse."
My friend broke down crying.
Not because his dad was dying.
Because that was the first time he realized his father understood him completely.
Most people don't need advice.
They need to feel seen.
Because I work from home in sweatpants, my husband's family assumed I was basically a housewife with a side gig. During a holiday dinner, they corporate-lectured me about "contributing more to the family legacy" and suggested I take over the bookkeeping for my father-in-law’s struggling construction firm for free. My husband nodded along, saying, "It'll give you something real to do." I leaned back, smiled, and said, "The federal government currently pays my consultancy firm $250 an hour to audit state infrastructure spending. If I look at your books for free, it’s a massive conflict of interest. Plus, based on what you just described, you can't afford my retainer." Nobody passed the gravy after that.
got a $50 light bill
I can randomly yell shit wit 0 judgement
The house is always quiet when I get home
Clothes stay in the dryer long as I want
Leftovers are always untouched
I can fuck wit the door open
Ain’t gotta share food when I get home
Them aint our snacks Them Smoke snacks
I can let one rip and keep it moving
I sleep/nap uninterrupted
I sleep in late as I want
Can play the game and cuss loud as I want
Everything is where I left it
I don’t have to answer any questions
I don’t have wear headphones for music
Toothpaste, soap, & shit paper last longer
Aint gotta do shit I don’t feel like doing
Ain’t no trails of hair all over the place
Thermostat is set to what EYE want
I don’t have to explain anything to anyone
And the only person I need to be considerate of is me
My chem professor kept “forgetting” to log my lab hours. I needed 40 to pass. I did 46.
I emailed: “Can you update my hours in the system? I’ve been signing in.”
He replied: “If it’s not in my book, you weren’t there.”
I didn’t argue.
Because the department head said: “He’s tenured. He doesn’t make mistakes.”
So I started clocking in on my phone too.
Every lab, I took a selfie with the timestamp and the whiteboard date behind me.
Saved them in a folder called “Just In Case.”
Kept showing up.
Checked my grade portal mid-semester.
He logged me for 18 hours. Said I was “at risk of failing.”
I didn’t yell.
I compiled all 46 timestamped selfies, the sign-in sheet photos I took after each class, and two videos of me asking him lab questions while the clock was visible.
No commentary. Just sent the folder to the department head and dean.
Turns out he’d been shaving hours for students who “asked too many questions.”
I was just the first one with a paper trail.
He got a formal reprimand + I got full credit. Had to finish the semester under a different prof.
And somehow…
I’m the one other students call “a snitch.”
Apparently, in college, documenting your work is cheating.
But proving a professor falsified records?
That makes me the problem.
My son outgrew his barely used Jordan's so I took them over to my neighbor who has a son a few yrs younger than my son. This lady said " oh, I can sell these and make some money". I yanked them mkers out of her hand so fast and said yep me too.
Richard Jefferson and Andre Iguodala debating who’s caught more bodies throughout their NBA career 😂
Iggy: “I got more bodies than you. I got bodies.”
RJ: “You got more bodies?”
Iggy: “Have you caught Yao Ming?”
RJ: “I can’t say, I caught Tim Duncan.”
Iggy: “I caught Tim Duncan too.”
RJ: “I caught Dwight Howard.”
Iggy: “That’s impressive.”
RJ: “With the left, off the right leg.”
Iggy: “I got somebody that does not get go.”
RJ: “Who?”
Iggy: “Rasheed Wallace, body to body”
RJ: “I got Dikembe [Mutombo]. I got Alonzo [Mourning].”
Iggy: “I got Alonzo too.”
RJ: “You really think you got more bodies than me?”
Iggy: “Yeh! I got bodies!”
RJ: “More hops is one thing, but more bodies? I was a body collector bro.”
via @Rjeff24
Again, willingly going on stream with these 2 men is a choice women constantly keep choosing . When do we start holding women accountable for putting themselves in these situations on purpose ??
Actually I think that’s where the story shifts. Roman Reigns is not gaslighting or manipulating his family this time. I think Roman has learned from the previous bloodline that if he wants this to work, he has to treat his family as equals.
That’s why he’s not talking down to the Usos and letting them run their own plays. Jacob had to earn his place in the bloodline but now, as Roman said, he’s not an outsider anymore.
The Bloodline may lean heel but Roman isnt going about it the same way.
If he wants this one to last, he has to lead by example and not by manipulation or being a dictator