There is no space. There is no order. There is no…thing? They simply don’t have the real estate to accommodate the mileage of a suburban Target. And worse, they lack the wherewithal the understand what is absolutely NECESSARY for the target experience.
We hear tales of workplace rage from women across the country: from not being paid enough to unwanted touching to condescending coworkers. We collaborated with Death, Sex and Money on this one: be sure to check out their latest episode on what career advice people would give their former selves at deathsexmoney.org.
For a Bad Time, Call... is a podcast dedicated to women's anger. In this, its second episode, we hear voicemail rage about doctors who don’t believe you, the inaudibility of eyerolls, and the ineffectiveness of flyers. Warning: a dash of misandry in this one, just like we like our coffee.
“That pressure you're always feeling to lighten up, laugh at things, not be hard-nosed? That's never going to go away. But one day...you're going to realize just how good it feels to finally say ‘Fuck you’ to everyone who would have you dampen your anger. Your rage is going to fly, and it's going to feel good.”
Picture it: you are upset. You are trying your best to communicate with someone why something has angered or disturbed you. Maybe you’re crying, maybe your face is red, maybe you’re hyperventilating because your emotions feel like a sheer rock face that is slowly advancing towards you. And someone utters the words, to your face, in front of God and everyone, “Calm. Down.”