InspectorSpacetime14
Inspector Spacetime
InspectorSpacetime14

The only response Weber could possibly give is to say that Laverne Cox should go back to being a man and looking like a man and use the men’s bathroom. At the end of the day that’s what this is all about- enforcing and upholding arbitrary gender roles about what men should look like and what women should look like,

COSIGN.

The real Sisqó is threatening legal action against the Fake Sisqó.

So I’m a bit of a bitch, but I see moms whining on Facebook about wanting their kids to see how lucky they are after mom and dad have spent a thousand dollars on Christmas gifts by taking them to a homeless shelter or better yet, a children’s shelter to give out their old toys, and I think these bitches see the poor

Yeah, but nobody thinks that they’re “rich rich.”

You actually sound like a friend of mine who grew up very well-off. I love her dearly, but her obliviousness towards money issues can be so frustrating. Her family lives fairly modestly for the amount of money they have, and she grew up surrounded by mostly other very wealthy kids. There’s also the fact that social

I can’t remember when I first realized we were in the upper middle class (dad’s a prominent attorney, mom was in entertainment business), but I do remember my parents clearly teaching me that their money is THEIR money. I was being a snotty 13 year old and begging my mom for the latest trendy jeans - they were like

My childhood home was a perfectly nice split-level house in a perfectly nice middle class neighborhood, but I went to schools that drew from the really ritzy neighborhood nearby. A lot of my friends lived in basically mansions. I was so jealous of their in-suite bathrooms and 16th birthday BMWs, and I figured we were

I knew fairly young that my family was affluent.

My husband got called rich by all the other kids in public primary school, and then went to a private high school and he was the “poor” one to the other kids. How kids perceive themselves is probably relative to their peers.

When I was filling out my FAFSA. I always knew that we were doing better than a lot of people. My mom is a surgeon, but I had no idea just how much money she makes in a year until I was filling out financial aid forms. My parents very consciously tried to keep that from me and my sister. In one sense I think it

When I was in k-12 my family would go on vacations a lot in the winter (from Buffalo) and people would always ask why we were going. I was confused by the question because in my head it was like “because it’s cold here duh”.

My parents were both professionals. I grew up in a house on a lake. At his peak, my dad owned six cars. I attended a fancy private high school. So there was that. On the other hand, my father, who was born in the mid 1930s, was a miser who repaired his shoes with duct tape and saved and reused aluminum foil. I knew I

We spent $125 at the grocery store when I was like 10 or 11 getting party foods and the bagger muttered under her breath “filthy stinking rich” which I thought was weird because...$125 isn’t really that much for groceries and plenty of middle income people throw parties.

Kids are the worst (or they can be). When we had just bought our first house — which I loved, a three bedroom, one bath bungalow, plenty of room for the four of us — one of my children’s friends came over and asked him if we were poor, “because your house is so small.” They were six.

I was 7 or 8 and Jordache jeans were all the rage. My little frenemies were all in their Jordache’s and were like... why didn’t you wear yours?

I don’t know if Blue Ivy understands yet that her family is “special.” She is a very little kid and has lived a rarified existence, so it’s likely that she thinks everyone lives this way. I imagine it’ll be quite some time before she understands the broader world and her family’s place in it.

I can’t ever be mad at Logan Echoll’s mom. It helps that I don’t know anything else about her.

Unless they want to age Ariel up a bit, like a couple of years.

Best part? Those fuckers are so dumb that my auto-fill worked on the survey. It took me 3 minutes because my petty answers were already recorded.