The original article that provoked all of this was a racist article
from an uppity black woman telling whites we shouldn't have our white santa.
Acquiring other brands from food companies under pressure
from uppity shareholders could be one way of boosting returns.
Not exact matches
Since non-black ladies already know the domestic violence and crime statistics, the community of colour had little to worry about black men running off wit dem
uppity white women... but now that da black man is startin to get a taste for the DARK OAK... the community is getting hit hard... the ONLY way to presevere and keep the dark ladies
from dyin» virgins is to condemn to hel l any black man who dares to dream (realistically of course) of coming home to anything but Thunder Thighs.
It scrambles up and onward always by spiralling round whatever stands in its path — drainpipe, porch pillar, / lawn chair — but then, once anchored, corkscrews round itself, amassing braided cables of self - hugging self - satisfaction, the conquering hero's doublejointed pat on his own back, the unbridled ego trip impelled by the
uppity sap
from deepest root to farthest outflung tip, ecstatically, imperially quivering toward its vegetal entelechy.
This will undoubtedly vary
from the accounts of
uppity film critics who will discount the basic plot and obvious laughs (which is the whole point).
When Harper's
uppity mother (Jean Smart) cuts him down in a most refined yet menacing manner (it's a terrific scene that could very well win Academy attention for Smart), while one hates her bitchy attitude, one can still see where the objections are coming
from.
It's hardly even worth complaining, then, that Anchorman uses its faux satire of the 1970s as an excuse to play out male fantasies of knocking
uppity women — like aspiring anchorwoman Christina Applegate (View
from the Top, The Sweetest Thing)-- back down into their proper place; as with the new Stepford Wives, Anchorman pretends to send up passé attitudes while actually expressing very contemporary fears.
We went to a store in laurel a few hours after my mother calling into that store and for the lady that she talked to to hold a particular car, we get there and it had been sold not very long before hand, this lady then was seriously snotty and sarcastic, so I walk outside and pace a bit to cool off, when I come back in she is all pissy and trying to sell us something else and saying that she wasn't supposed to, willing to or did mother ask her to hold a car, and that when it gets busy etc...., so we leave and go to leave, I get pissed and we turn around, come back into that store, I walk up to talk to a manager, she comes over, over talks me, tells only her side of the «truth», I try to talk to the manager and tell him what we were after, he tries to sell me a 2010, I try to tell him that it was too new, he tells me to hold on that it will be ok, so I try to tell him that we were after X and that the lady
from earlier in this post did x y and z and that I find / found her to be dippy, he gets
uppity and pissy, tells me that I can't talk to a woman like that, I tell him that yes I can» equality» you know?
Now, I may sometimes refer to this room as the «foyer», but you must know that while I am typing it I am actually saying it sarcastically in my mock «
uppity girl» accent (think Mary Crawley
from Downton Abbey).