When my daughter [A] was 4, my sister had to take a bus ride with her across several states. In a busy California bus station, while my sister was juggling many bags and a car seat and trying to find their tickets, a man came up to A, took her by the hand, and began to walk away with her.

Unbeknownst to this man, A…

I used it. My 3rd child was a “runner”. He hated being in a stroller (and at two he was well able to walk so fuck that) and have you ever tried walking around with your arm above your head all day? Not fun, so I imagine it would suck for him to have to hold my hand waaay up there. So we put a monkey backpack on him,…

No but 20 minutes is actually a really impressive time to go from stuck to back on the ground. Cast members/attractions workers are not trained not authorized to assist guests in the situation, so that means in the span of 20 minutes they called 911, shut down the attraction, got all the other guests off the ride,…

He left off the extra ‘t’ in her name and put ‘first’ in all caps. Well, just a minute, let me get my pitchfork and torch.

I assume once you convert, you will find the answer to “What the hell?”

Between listening to a relative say that she couldn’t agree with Bruce Jenner completely altering God’s plan for him to these lumpy shit stains claiming it was the devil that canceled their GoFundMe pity party, I think I’d much rather have Satan micromanaging my life. Plus, Satan clearly believes EVERYONE should have…

Commenters disagreed: One wrote asking why the Kleins were so upset about GoFundMe canceling their fundraiser when the site was doing the same thing the Kleins had done, refusing the use of their product for something they didn’t agree with.

one of six “sheroes”

I think Dorotea Garcia is innocent in this. She's just a mother grieving the loss of her kidnapped child. It's not like she hired a private company to kidnap this girl - she went to the authorities. It wasn't her job to do the due diligence, including the DNA test, that law enforcement should have done.

Okay, here is my thing with burns....or snappy come backs, which they were once called. I cry. I cry when frustrated. I hate it. I’m quite sassy unless pissed off, then I cry. Ugh. Nobody knows how much I just burned in my head them, cause I am crying.

My father was a self-described pagan who’d been halfway through a conversion to Catholicism when he died. None of us knew; we found out when the local priest saw his obituary and called the funeral home. I didn’t believe it until I found the Catechism in his house, full of his notes. The priest, who none of us had…

If I am reading this right, this is a particular dialect of outrage tinged by a strong homophobe accent, with a bit of anti-elitist influence. I believe it may translate as such:

My mom was so out of it when my dad died over the summer that she accidentally chose an urn shaped like a turtle for his ashes. My sister and I lost our shit laughing/crying when we received it and my mom just stared at it in horror. Dad would have gotten a kick out of it. Edited: sorry about your dog.

Open casket funerals is perhaps what I find to be the weirdest thing about American culture. Basically everything else goes. I say this as a non-American that has seen way too many dramatized funerals on TV.

Well that will help make up for the fact that Blake Lively is on the cover (Give Ms. Cox the damn cover!) again. I found out last night and told my SO how annoyed I was that Lively would be on the cover of next month’s Allure. He replied “On the cover of the Naked issue?” When I asked how on earth he knew that May was…

Same. My parents and friends live in the USA and I don’t. I don’t go crazy with posting pics or status updates of my kids, but it’s about the only chance my family and friends will see them. I also like seeing pics of my friends’ kids. I figure this: if you are 30+ and have friends, there is a giant chance that many…

Isn’t that what friendship is? I mean, like actual friendship.

I don’t have kids, but I do have friends who post lots of pics of their kids. LOTS of pictures of their kids. Some of the pictures are really cute, too. In any case, who cares? You click like, and you move on. Once in a while, you comment “adorable!” Later in the day, they will click like on my bazillionth dog…

You’re the smiling snowman on top of the Frosty Palace! Always chill and always wearing a cool hat, you spend your days watching teens and feeling nothing. It’s a good life!