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Do you know who she is?!?!?!? She is a CITIZEN of the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA and she will do what she damn well pleases. If that includes sitting beside her husband while he drives home drunk from a party and then pulls the “do you know who I am” and “I will get you fired for this” lines on the police officer, then

The minister’s wife keeps eating the cake because Anne had made it especially for her (Anne was very fond of the new minister’s wife and she ends up having a big impact on Anne’s development through her pre-teen and teen years). The minister’s wife said she was too full to eat anything else when lunch was over but

Anne’s birthday is March 1865, so it would have been around 1876/77 when this mishap occurred.

My question is, why is yoga not considered cultural appropriation, but Selena Gomez wearing a decorative bindi is considered cultural appropriation? Or someone buying a kimono from Japan? Or wearing a native headdress?

Interested to know the breakdown in FT/PT/Casual/Contract employees and what the policies are for those individuals. But any progress is good progress and Spotify should be commended.

LL posted her list online. His name isn’t on there (unless it’s one of the few remaining blurred ones). I call shenanigans.

Or she’s like her dad in that she yells at the paparazzi? Is that too forgiving an interpretation? Probably.

I think the problem that arises is that most of the genre relies on anonymous user submissions, so you don’t know if someone is doctoring the image to smear someone else. It only takes one for a defamation lawsuit, so it’s easier to hide the names/faces to protect yourself. Since this instagram account is being run by

Oh, I didn’t mean to imply that my reasons for ghosting on my friend have any bearing on your situation or anyone else’s at all! I was just sharing a story to get it off my chest and providing the perspective of the ghoster since most of the stories on this thread are from the ghostee.

I definitely ghosted on a good friend once. I got tired of being 100% of the relationship and getting 0 in return. So I just stopped reaching out and it took her a few months to notice. By then I figured getting into a big argument about who had wronged whom was not worth it (which, of course it would be a big fight;

Yeah, they’ve also seen the replica grenade belt buckles, inert grenades that have all their explosive capability removed, but still shut down the airport if they see them on the x-ray. Nothing that looks like an explosive device is allowed on. You made the right call.

I still call my friends’ parents Mrs. or Mr. LastName but my colleague’s young son calls me Ms. FirstName. When I was a summer camp counsellor, a parent asked me how I let the campers call me by my first name and how do they respect me if they do. I cheerily said that I build and earn respect through my actions. My

And then he tried to blame Carly for his shitty behaviour! “Oh, I had to fake it and blindside you because you said you were a runner so you would break up with me if I told you we were going too fast for me.” Dick.

I have a running list that I send my family (all guys who live a couple thousand miles away from me) every year at Christmas. It’s also available for SOs who request it for birthdays/anniversaries. Most of it is “one of these, for example: URL”. They appreciate it because it takes the guesswork out of shopping,

Also blocked.

At a bachelorette party a few years ago, I unthinkingly dipped a cracker into dip. I noticed another girl immediately stopped eating that dip. I knew she had celiac’s, I was told not to cross-contaminate, and I still did it! I felt so bad. I felt even worse because she never said a word about it or anything. Just

My dad told me my graduation present was that he wasn’t kicking me out of the house. He’s not big on occasions and gifts and all that. In fact, he only gets me a Christmas gift because I spend about a grand to travel home for the holidays *and* cook the family an entire turkey dinner with all the trimmings. He’d

She’s not my Special Lady, She’s my fucking Lady Friend! I’m helping her conceive!

But I wanna keep my napkin for dessssssssert!!!!!!! (I do parallel with the utensils facing away, to make it obvious I won’t be picking them up again.)