I mean, that's a right the cops in Amsterdam don't have. Well, you can walk into a movie theater in Amsterdam and buy a beer. Me, I can't usually get 'em because my girlfriend's a vegetarian, which, pretty much makes me a vegetarian. (turns to Brett) You know what they call a Quarter Pounder with cheese in France? I just want you to know how – [Jules motions him to sit down] I just want you to know how sorry we are that-that things got so fucked up with us and-and Mr. I-I-It...we-we got into this thing with the best intentions.

Restaurants, on the other hand, you catch with their pants down. It's illegal to carry it, but that doesn't really matter 'cause, get a load of this, all right; if you get stopped by the cops in Amsterdam, it's illegal for them to search you. There's a sensuous thing going on where you don't talk about it, but you know it, she knows it, fucking Marsellus knew it, and Antoine should have fucking better known better. He ain't gonna have no sense of humor about that shit. Jules: Well, if you like burgers, give them a try sometime.

Two dates where I was probably settling, compromising and giving in, just to go on dates. Not at all, they were perfectly normal, fine people, just not the match for me. It’s literally a 40 minute survey asking you the same question 37 different ways.

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I mean, you can't walk into a restaurant, roll a joint, and start puffin' away. But you're saying a foot massage don't mean nothing, and I'm saying it does. Just listen up man, me and my homeboy in some serious fucking shit, we're in a car we need to get off the road pronto, can we use your garage for a couple hours...

Vincent: Yeah, it's legal, but it ain't a hundred percent legal. [over the telephone] Jimmie, yo', how you doing man, it's Jules. Imma call a couple of hard, pipe-hittin' niggas to go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch.

As with so many other things, when gender-specific language is used in the workplace, these cases and others recognize that context is key.

We must proceed with "[c]ommon sense, and an appropriate sensitivity" to that context to distinguish between general vulgarity and discriminatory conduct or language "which a reasonable person in the plaintiff's position would find severely hostile or abusive." In other words, "bitch" is sufficiently gender-specific such that in most cases a jury should apply its common sense to determine whether the pejorative use of the word towards a female employee constitutes harassment because of sex.

We do not hold that use of the word "bitch" is harassment "because of sex" always and in every context … [T]he use of the word in the workplace must be be viewed in context … But we do reject the idea that a female plaintiff who has been subjected to repeated and hostile use of the word "bitch" must produce evidence beyond the word itself to allow a jury to infer that its use was derogatory towards women.

The word is gender-specific, and it can reasonably be considered evidence of sexual harassment … Whether its use is sufficient evidence of actionable sexual harassment is, of course, another matter.

As of today, I’m missing about 4,700 songs from my library with little hope of getting them back. I really wanted it to work and become my default music streaming service, but after the problems I’ve experienced over the last couple of weeks, I’m disabling it altogether.

My problems started about a week after installing Apple Music.

That’s always kind of awkward when you’re supposed to be “working”. You’re going to continue reading without telling any of your hot female co-workers? I had some other titles in work for this blog, but they just didn’t capture the essence of what I was trying to say. A “computer” matches you up based on “29 levels of compatibility”, which I’m fine with. Because you’re thinking, wow some super computer down at Eharmony headquarters is crunching vectors and differential equations just to find my perfect mate, and everyday you log in and see new matches, that you think are hand picked from the computer gods above.