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Starbucks Gives Employee 30 Days To Remove Her Tattoo Or Resign

Jul 21, 2014 -- 5:27pm

(opposingviews.com)

A Michigan Starbucks worker says her job is on the line after her corporate bosses disapproved of a small heart tattoo located on her hand.

27-year-old Kayla says she’s worked at the same Starbucks location for years, and her small tattoo has never been a problem, but now, her corporate bosses told her she has to have it removed or possibly lose her job.

"What I was told by my manager and my district manager was that you have 30 days to begin a removal process for the tattoo or you must resign from your job,” Kayla told My Fox Detroit.

Kayla claims that she’s been putting makeup on the tattoo to cover it up for a while, but now, her bosses decided that she has to have it removed. The 27-year-old has no plans to get rid of it, however, and is speaking out about the unjust demand at the hands of her boss.

 

“It's just a little heart you can cover it up with your thumb,” said Kayla. “It's a little heart. It's not offensive to anybody. Now, I am being told after five years of having this tattoo being hired in that I have to get rid of it or resign from my job."

A statement from the global corporate communications manager for Starbucks makes clear the company’s policy with tattoos.

“Out of respect for our partners', who we refer to as our employees, privacy we do not discuss individual employee details,” reads the statement. “I can tell you that our tattoo policy states that partners cannot have visible tattoos. This is part of our dress code policy and is discussed with our candidates during the interview process."

So far, Kayla has yet to be fired, but it appears as though her bosses aren’t backing down and will likely let her go once the 30-day period is up.

 

Can't Grow A Beard? Facial Hair Implants New Rage

Jul 16, 2014 -- 5:13pm

(nypost.com)

It’s shear madness! Brooklyn’s hipster beard craze has grown so popular that men in New York are rushing to doctors for “facial hair transplants” — surgery that helps make beards look thicker and less patchy, sources said.

Stubble-challenged guys are forking over up to $8,500 for the beard-boosting procedure, which has spiked in popularity in recent months, plastic surgeons told The Post.

“Brooklyn is probably the nucleus of the trend, it’s the hipster ‘look’ guys want. If you have a spotty beard, and you let it grow out, it looks sloppy, ” said Dr. Jeffrey Epstein, a Midtown-based plastic surgeon.

“[Clients] want full beards because it’s a masculine look. Beards are an important male identifier,” he added.

Epstein performs two or three beard implants per week — up from just a handful each year a couple years ago, he said.

The specific hipster-inspired style — a lumberjack-meets-roadie hybrid — was made popular in neighborhoods such as Williamsburg, Bushwick and Park Slope, doctors and patients said.

One happy patient is Danny, 27, whose beard used to be so patchy, he was forced to “fill it in” with an eyebrow pencil, he said.

Two years ago, he paid $8,500 for the surgery, which he considers a fashion statement.

“I have a baby face but now I’m able to look older. My fashion statement is a little edgy, and I do like the ‘rugged look,’” he said,

He added, “It’s one of the best investments I’ve ever made.”

During the procedure, doctors remove hair from other body parts, including the head and chest, before implanting it in the face.

New beards grow back normally and can be shaved.

The hair-raising trend is also popular with female-to-male transgenders, Hasidic Jews, and guys who simply aren’t very hairy, doctors said.

“It’s the style. It’s just more common now to see scruff than 10 years ago,” said Dr. Yael Halaas, a Midtown plastic surgeon who performs the procedure.

“We’ve been getting a lot more calls about it,” she said.

A 39-year-old New Yorker, who works in the catering industry, got a beard transplant to make him feel younger, DNAinfo.com reported.

“I had contemplated [getting a beard transplant] for approximately eight months,” he said. “Knowing the results, I wish I hadn’t wasted so much time deciding.”
 

John Wayne's family, university 'Duke' it out over whiskey

Jul 14, 2014 -- 4:07pm

 

(cnn.com)

Los Angeles (CNN) -- John Wayne's family is fighting Duke University in federal court over the use of "Duke" to sell whiskey.

The North Carolina school filed several objections when the actor's descendants filed for federal trademarks to use "Duke" to sell products, but the latest came last year when John Wayne Enterprises launched "Duke Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey," according to court documents.

Duke University's claim that "Duke Bourbon" can "cause confusion and dilution" that hurts the school's recruiting and reputation "is ludicrous," Wayne's family said in a lawsuit filed this month in U.S. District Court in Los Angeles.

Wayne, who was born Marion Robert Morrison, has a legitimate claim on the trademark since he acquired the nickname "Duke" as a child, the lawsuit said.

"Wayne had a dog named Duke," the complaint said. "The local firefighters soon started calling Wayne Duke too. He preferred 'Duke' to 'Marion,' and the name stuck for the rest of his life."

Duke University "has never been in the business of producing, marketing, distributing or selling alcohol," but the school "seems to think it owns the word 'Duke' for all purposes and applications," the suit said.

The Wayne family is asking a federal judge to declare that its uses of "Duke" to sell liquor and other products "are not likely to cause confusion, do not dilute, and do not infringe the Duke University Marks." The family wants the judge to declare that there is "no likelihood of confusion," which would "remove that cloud" hanging over its marketing deals.

Duke University lawyers have until later this month to file a legal response, but school spokesman Michael Schoenfeld sent a short statement to CNN in response.

"While we admire and respect John Wayne's contributions to American culture, we are also committed to protecting the integrity of Duke University's trademarks," Schoenfeld said. "As Mr. Wayne himself said, 'Words are what men live by ... words they say and mean.'"

Wayne died in 1979 from cancer after a long and successful film career.


 

Mayor Weds Crocodile; Bride wears white (You Can't Miss This Video)

Jul 11, 2014 -- 6:30pm

 

(itv.com)

The mayor of a Mexican fishing town has "married' a crocodile in a symbolic ceremony which is believed to help boost fish stocks along the Pacific coast.


The couple enjoyed an unconventional first dance after the wedding. Credit: APTN

Joel Vasquez Rojas wed the crocodile at a city hall in the town of San Pedro Huamelula, southern Mexico.

Local fishermen believe the crocodile is a princess and the reptilian romance will bring plenty of fish, shrimp and other seafood for them to catch along the Pacific coast.


The 'princess' crocodile bride wore a traditional white dress for the ceremony. Credit: APTN

During the ceremony the groom announced: "It's my wish to marry the young princess."

Once he made his vows, Mr Rojas held crocodile bride in his hands and danced with guests.

Following the ceremony, the crocodile is referred to as the "wife" of the mayor.


A woman burned incense around the 'princess' crocodile's before the ceremony.

All members of the municipal council are required to contribute to pay for the wedding festivities. Those who don't pay their share are fined.

 

Someone Tried To Shame Her Body With Graffiti, But This Teen Took An Awesome Photo Instead

Jul 10, 2014 -- 7:36pm

 (huffingtonpost.com)

When 14-year-old Carleigh O'Connell heard that a gibe about her body had been spray-painted on a cement block for her whole town to see, she responded in the unlikeliest, but most awesome of ways: She snapped a photo while posing proudly with the graffiti.

She then shared the image on social media and told her mom, Daryl, to do the same.

She wanted the image to go viral. She wanted to turn the story around.

"[Carleigh] decided that she was going to be stronger than hurtful words on the concrete and that she was going to be proud of her figure," the teen's mom wrote in a Sunday Facebook post. "She also told me that she feels complete sympathy for the teenagers across the country who face this everyday. She understands and wants all of them to find strength inside to rise above the nastiness and be empowered by who you are, how you are made and what is in your heart."

 Carleigh had heard from kids at her school that someone had graffitied a cement barrier in her hometown of Wall, New Jersey, and labelled it “Carleigh’s ass." The teen was initially "upset," her mom said, but she was determined to "make something good out of it."

Based on the speed with which Carleigh's body-positive photo has made its rounds on the Web this week, it seems the teen has achieved what she set out to do.

"What an inspiration to others," wrote one Facebooker in response to Carleigh's picture.

"Rise above!! Don't give them the power! You rock!!" wrote another.

Carleigh told TODAY that the experience with the graffiti has been an "empowering" one, adding that she hopes her message will inspire others.

"I didn't know I could look something in the face like that and conquer it," she told the news outlet. "The biggest message I want to get across is just to be strong, and that anyone who is experiencing bullying and anything like that, that they're not alone and there's people there for them -- and I'm one of them."

Bikers Against Child Abuse Make Children Feel Safe

Jul 09, 2014 -- 7:27pm

(azcentral.com)

These tough bikers have a soft spot: aiding child-abuse victims. Anytime, anywhere, for as long as it takes the child to feel safe, these leather-clad guardians will stand tall and strong against the dark, and the fear, and those who seek to harm.

The 11-year-old girl hears the rumble of their motorcycles, rich and deep, long before she sees them. She chews her bottom lip, nervous.

They are coming for her.

The bikers roar into sight, a pack of them, long-haired and tattooed, with heavy boots and leather vests, and some riding double. They circle the usually quiet Gilbert cul-de-sac, and the noise pulls neighbors from behind slatted wood blinds and glossy front doors.

One biker stops at the mouth of the street, parks in the middle of the road and stands guard next to his motorcycle, arms crossed.

The rest back up to the curb in front of the girl's house, almost in formation, parking side by side. There are 14 motorcycles in all, mostly black and shiny chrome. The bikers rev their engines again before shutting them down.

The sudden silence is deafening. The girl's mother takes her hand.

The leader of this motorcycle club is a 55-year-old man who has a salt-and-pepper Fu Manchu and wears his hair down past his shoulders. He eases off his 2000 Harley Road King and approaches the little girl.

He is formidable, and intimidating, and he knows it. So he bends low in front of the little girl and puts out his hand, tanned and weathered from the sun and wind: "Hi, I'm Pipes."

"Nice to meet you," she says softly, her small hand disappearing in his.

Pipes - the bikers all go by their road names for security - steps back and another biker comes forward, also bent low and hand out, smiling. She has a long blond ponytail, and her name is Nytro. Next is D'Animal, his arms thick with muscles, a do-rag covering his head.

Rock, who is as solid as one, assures the little girl: "I'm really a nice guy." She smiles. And then there's Pumpkin and, whoa, the girl looks way up, squinting against the morning sun. "Hi, I'm Tree," he says, and he's as tall as one.

Sassy. Rembrandt. And then Harmony and Shiraz, and the child does a double take. Yes, there are two of them, twin biker chicks. Surely. Uno. Smiles. Tool. Mo Money. Bigg Dogg. Fat Daddy. Ghost Daddy. Father Time. And Trucker, who's louder than all the others.

The girl chewing on her lip was abused by a relative, according to police reports - someone she should have been able to trust. He's not in the state any longer, but the criminal case is progressing slowly, so he's not in jail, either.

He still terrorizes her at night, even though he's nowhere near. She wakes, heart pounding. The nightmare feels real again. She never feels safe, even with her parents just downstairs.

The unruly-looking mob in her driveway is there to help her feel safe again. They are members of the Arizona chapter of Bikers Against Child Abuse International, and they wear their motto on their black leather vests and T-shirts: "No child deserves to live in fear."

This one is very afraid.

A tough image

Even kids know that nobody messes with bikers. Bikers look big, and strong, and mean, both in real life and in how they are portrayed on television and in films. They are easy riders, sons of anarchy, not afraid of anything. And they take care of their own.

A child who has been abused by someone bigger and stronger knows too well what it feels like to be small and vulnerable. BACA shifts that balance by putting even bigger and stronger people - and more of them - on the child's side.

And if those even-bigger and stronger people are scary-looking too, perhaps with flaming-skull tattoos, chains on their belts and scars of questionable origin, so much the better.

"The biker image is what makes this work," says Rembrandt, 54, who is tall and wiry strong. "Golfers against child abuse does not have the same feel. The pink alligator shirt and golf shoes standing in the driveway doesn't do the same thing."

(No offense to golfers. Some bikers golf, too.)

What Rembrandt knows is that a biker's power and intimidating image can even the playing field for a little kid who has been hurt. If the man who hurt this little girl calls or drives by, or even if she is just scared, another nightmare, the bikers will ride over and stand guard all night.

If she is afraid to go to school, they will take her and watch until she's safely inside.

And if she has to testify against her abuser in court, they will go, too, walking with her to the witness stand and taking over the first row of seats. Pipes will tell her, "Look at us, not him." And when she's done, they will circle her again and walk her out.

"When we tell a child they don't have to be afraid, they believe us," Pipes says. "When we tell them we will be there for them, they believe us."

Earlier in the day, when the bikers met in the parking lot of a nearby CVS/pharmacy, Pipes reminded them to be mindful of their emotions. That means no hugging unless the child initiates it.

"Nytro," Pipes says, raising his eyebrows in her direction. Nytro hides her face behind her hands, and everyone laughs. She's quick to hug.

And then Pipes says, more sternly this time: There will be no crying.

"I don't want to see any tears coming out of your eyes, and the child doesn't either," he says, making sure everyone is looking at him when he says it.

"Remember why we're here: to empower the child. If you can't handle it, keep your shades on."

Rock (left) and Nytro, both members of Bikers Against Child Abuse, regularly visit with 6-year-old Fast Track, one of their young charges. Bikers bring abused children under their protection in the hopes of making them feel secure
 

 

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