I took a theater class in college because it filled a diversity course credit I needed to graduate that same semester. The teacher came in, sat on top of her desk, and looked around at all of us before speaking.

Teacher: I’m Dr. (last name). You can call me Dr. (last name), you can call me (feminine name). You can even call me (male name) if you want. But don’t call me “dude,” don’t call me “man,” and if you ever call me “miss,” I will fail you on the spot.
(*Silence from the class*)
Teacher: I am a lesbian, so if you have a problem with that, there’s the door. You may use male, female or neutral pronouns but never call me “it.” You can even call me a dyke if you’re feeling brave. (*She smiles and laughs*)
(*Another student lets a small snort out*)
Teacher: Which part of that was funny? The fluid pronoun use? The fact that I like women?
Student: No, you —
Teacher: Oh the dyke comment. Right?
Student: No, you —
Teacher: Do you have a problem with dykes?
Student (*angry*) : No! You laughed and —
Teacher: I *will not* tolerate homophobic f***-face a**holes in my class. This will be an inclusive environment.
Student: That doesn’t make sense.
Teacher: What?
Student: How can this be inclusive if you’re intolerant of different views?
Teacher: (*glaring at the student*) Get the f*** out of my class. I’m done with you. F*** off, go get your art credit somewhere else.
Student: I’m just —
Teacher: F***! OFF! NOW!

The student left without another word. The next class, only have of the previous students showed up. The rest had dropped the course.

(There is a twenty-year age gap between myself and my husband and for some reason, his sister-in-law #1 has never liked me. She blames me for ending his marriage to his previous wife, despite the fact that I didn’t know him when the divorce took place. To make things stranger, the ex-wife and I are on good terms, talking when there are family issues and always attempting to keep everyone together and peaceful. At this time, his brother has died and we flew across the country for the service.)

I am sitting with my husband, his children, his ex-wife, our own children, and his older sister and her family in the front when the pastor begins talking about the extended family.

Pastor: We must now think of (sister-in-law #1) and her children and grandchildren, but let’s not forget to think of (sister-in-law #2) and her husband (brother-in-law #2), as well as (my husband) and (ex-wife).

There is a ripple of shocked looks around us, as they have not been married for nearly a decade and I am rather obviously pregnant with our third child at the time. No one says anything until after the service at the dinner when the widow, sister-in-law #1, approaches where we are seated.

Sister-in-law #1: (Husband), I am so glad you and (ex-wife) came! I know (deceased brother) would be so glad to see you together! Tell me, how was the drive in?

Husband: Well, since I flew in with my wife, (my name), you may want to ask (ex-wife) how she and the kids and grandkids felt.

Sister-in-law #1: (While still ignoring me and what he said!) I hope you two will stay the night with me tonight. You can leave the kids (pointed look at me) at the hotel and you guys can sleep in the guest room.

Husband: As I said, my wife, (my name) and I flew in and we will need our rest. ESPECIALLY (my name), since she is pregnant with our THIRD child.

Sister-in-law #1: I’m not acknowledging your little “mistakes” with your floozy. For all I care, this one can do what the other two should have and die.

There’s a beat of silence before sister-in-law #2 and the ex-wife both pipe try to defend me.

Sister-in-law #2: That was a really stupid thing to say! Are you out of your mind?!

Ex-wife: She really must be, because everyone knows our marriage sucked a**! Why don’t you go back over to your table and eat something before you say anything else to push you out of the family.

Not too long after we returned home she began to barrage my husband with links for divorce attorneys and how to handle divorce in our state. This continued until my frail, elderly, mother-in-law, who suffers from dementia had a go at her a few months later.

Mother-in-law: Sister-in-law #1, why are you always an ass to people? No wonder (deceased brother) had a kid with that other woman! I thought I remembered what a b**** you were!

A few months ago some married friends gave us a piano. They were moving back in with one of their parents and couldn’t take it with them. Fast forward to now and we’re finally getting it tuned. My three-year-old has been excitedly watching the man tuning the piano. After about a half hour my tot comes up to me. I’m sitting on the couch in the same room.

Three-year-old: He has a funny face.
Me:*praying my child is talking about someone else* Who? Someone on TV?
Three-year-old: *with all the distain of a toddler* No, Mommy. The piano guy. He has a funny face. Why does he have a funny face?
Me: *dying of embarrassment* He does not have a funny face. You have a funny face. And that’s not a nice thing to say. We shouldn’t say things like that because it could hurt someone’s feelings.

Never have I wanted so much to go hide in a box. Wherever you are piano tuner, I’m so sorry.

(This is post stuff about the royals and a couple who decided to step away from it. My co-worker is in full rant about it whilst I’d rather wait to form an full opinion until we have more information about it)

Co-Worker 1: “And he’s not squeaky clean anyway! That time he wore that SAS uniform at that party!”

Me: (confused, as I can’t remember that particular incident with him and that wearing an SAS uniform isn’t that problematic) “What?”

Co-Worker 1: “Yeah! He totally wore the SAS Nazi uniform-”

Me: (fully realising what she’s referring to) “That is not SAS. Yes, he wore the swastika as part of a fancy dress party many years ago, but not SAS uniform”

Co-Worker 1: (as if I’m stupid) “Erm, the SAS were the group that went around rounding up the Jews and killing them!”

Me: “That was the SS and the SA, or the black and brown shirts. The SAS are the Britain’s Special Air Services and during World War 2 they liberated one of the concentration camps. They were the enemy of the Nazis. This was all talked about on the 75th Anniversary of the end of World War 2.”

Co-Worker 1: “I… Oh.”

Co-Worker 2: “Do you just retain everything that you see or hear?”

Me: “Only if it’s pointless information, yes. As soon as it’s something that would actually benefit my life in some way – nope”

(But also… what Brit doesn’t know what the SAS are? They’re still active and have adverts on TV)

(I work as a delivery driver, delivering groceries, and one day this lady orders like 10 24 pack of bottled waters, which are a pain to carry, and when I delivered them, going back and forth, the lady told me that she could carry them all one trip! Not only that, she gave me a pamphlet for a MLM as a tip afterwards. What a crazy lady, thinking that she’s Hercules! And people, we take money, not pamphlets. Driving away I could barely see from rolling my eyes multiple times.)