OMG, look how adorable he looks without the glasses and the grills! I think I rocked one of those chains in my HS graduation photo, except mine was made of rhinestones, LOL.

I do this all the time with this little white boy who works in my office. Doesn’t know shit from shinola and got his job then doubled his salary because his mommie had political pull. Goes from one black woman to another for us to mommy him. Comes over to my desk all the time to spout his right-wing BS, which I shoot…

That’s a pretty typical response:
You: <some objective fact>
Them: Where did you get that info?
You: <cites reference(s)>
Them: <some idiotic conspiracy theory>
You: Where did you get that info?
Them: Well if you don’t know I’m not going to tell you. Go do a search.

That is always the one caveat I feel is important to note when giving advice like this. If it is kinder to not tell, and deal with it yourself because you are the one who is wrong and you are dealing with it, then don’t tell. UNLESS the person asks you about it point blank. Then you have to fess up and tell the truth.…

You know you’ve really gotten to someone when they ink a “fuck you” onto their own body.

Ronan, game, set and match.

Being in the “middle-age group” myself, he can fuck right off with that bullshit. People my age have been on social media since it began. He’s just stupid.

As someone who is very slightly older than this jackass, I would like to know who the fuck these middle-aged people are who are all giving out their social media passwords. Computers aren’t new technology to people in their 50s.

“I’m not racist, I’m just a fucking idiot. Vote for me!”

“Like many folks in my middle-age group, I learned the very hard lesson to never allow anyone access to social media accounts or passwords,” Howze told Politico in a statement.

It just seems like she could probably lighten up on it a bit. Like, I don’t know anyone who thinks she’s actually going to meet up with her Hell’s Angel boyfriend once she finishes her shift bartending at the VFW or whatever.

It seems like all they want is someone to come along and be an asshole to people they hate; they can fill in all the other details on their own.

It’s crazy to think about the disconnect between Trump and all of the people that slurp up his kool-aid. He openly shits over all of them, openly brags about how he can say anything he wants and will always get away with it - and yet in their collective hive mind, it’s like there is an entirely different parallel…

I don’t know why she insists on bringing up “authenticity” in every one of her rants. Like, sure, you could be your “authentic self”, but you clearly never have been. (Which is fine! Artists can have a persona! Just don’t try to claim that your obvious persona is actually your “authentic self”.)

I was so happy to see that the advise was don’t tell her.  If you tell your wife you will transfer the emotional pain and burden of the secret to her, you will feel better, she will feel worse.  And it is unlikely your relationship will recover. This your pain and shame to endure. 

And such name smooshes are also apparently a Mormon tradition.

Norma had an extremely messed up life way back to her childhood. This does not surprise me. Just another case of evangelicals being just as shitty as I imagine them to be.

You presumably don’t go around pointing at people and calling them things like Miss Piggy, Miss Eating Machine, etc, and haven’t been doing so for years.

I think Green’s attitude about the whole thing is really nice. It seems like a genuine sentiment too. But even if you don’t think it’s genuine and that he’s not actually this mature or understanding, at a minimum you have to appreciate that this is a guy who understands that co-parenting is probably easier when one…

“There are people out there like me that aren’t able to do the exercise that would be required to make long standing weight loss possible either do to medical reason, medical side effects, living conditions, ect.”

It would also be “shaming” if you consider fat is a pejorative. It’s a statement of fact. He’s fat, full stop.