I watched it only because Bandersnatch is not able to be viewed on any piece of technology I own.
I watched it only because Bandersnatch is not able to be viewed on any piece of technology I own.
Ah, OK. That’s a real job.
I found myself yelling at this show like I do during House Hunters. I yelled at the older lady with WAY too many clothes. She was keeping things that were ugly and didn’t seem to fit. Then the guy with ALL the shoes? No. “Throw those shoes away! They are rotting in the box! Do not keep that rusted mailbox! What is…
Wait, her part-time job is Instagram Life Coach? That’s a made-up job. She can do the laundry.
That lady annoyed me so much that I withheld judgement on him. What is her part-time job? Is it an actual job or does she sell beach body or something. But she whined too much and kept calling him “babe” and said that tidying was “sexy” so I found her annoying and exhausting and sided with him based on that.
Yes! Same. I moved out more than a year ago and took only bare minimum of furniture and kitchen items and my own clothes and half of my kids clothes/toys and it has been WONDERFUL. My house is very tidy and clean and I went through so much paperwork and clothing in the move.
It is mind boggling to me how sites like TMZ make fun of people like Lindsey Lohan for clinging to their fame years after they were relevant and then also make fun of people who say “I tried, it wasn’t working the way I wanted it to so now I’m doing something else.” like Dunkelman and the guy from Cosby Show who was…
This is why I can never run for office. I was in the video program so there are at least a dozen videos of me doing really stupid shit because we all helped each other out for final projects.
I think it’s really troublesome when parents make money off their kids. Especially when they’re so little. My kids are in my instagram photos but it’s a protected account for mainly family and friends and now that my oldest is 10, he’ll ask me to not post things and I oblige. I can’t imagine the pressure he’d feel if…
I feel the same way! I do not know who he is but I am now following him on Instagram. Merry Christmas to me.
I joined a neighborhood “free giveaway” group on Facebook and that has been a lifesaver for me. I have two kids so a lot of the times kids clothes are really worn by the time they’re done. If I plan to take it to goodwill it will sit in a bag in the back of my care for months. Selling it requires too much work…
When I was married my husband was a total clutterer. He left shit all over the house - stacks of mail, stacks of papers, clothes he never wore. Just shit everywhere. When I got a divorce I was able to get my own place and decorate it as I like and it’s been SO DAMN NICE to be rid of the clutter. I go through my mail…
Yep, and it’s especially prevalent in these sorts of popular industries. If you complain or quit there are 50 other people willing to accept that job without complaint.
This conversation is why I’m not going to my 25th reunion. Also, “I hope you stay married” is my new fake compliment for people I hate.
That’s good to hear. Yeah, I figure iMessage, facetime and gmail should give him enough opportunity to talk with others. Perhaps even Facebook Messenger for kids?
It was a common way to find toys in the 80s. Nowadays you can just buy possessed killer dolls on ebay.
This makes me think there’s a darker seedier story about this sort of black market cabbage patch trafficking.
This is how my mom got mine! Sort of. She taught school and one of the janitors approached her and said that his brother worked at a large toy store and if she was willing to pay in cash, she could get a cabbage patch doll. I distinctly remember my mom taking us after school that day, we drove behind the toy store and…
I think that’s the biggest issue nowadays. Growing up there was always a landline around. I’m old enough that my parents could give me a quarter and know that I’d be able to reach them via payphone if I got desperate. Now though, I don’t have a land line. My ex doesn’t have a land line. Most of their friends don’t…