Yeah, well, maybe I'm proud of knowing where I came from no matter whether you think the color of my skin discredits me from owning it. Because I'm not "just white" in the same way you wouldn't say anyone's just their skin color.
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I look like a white girl, but I have a name a lot of people mistake for Hispanic, so I get this question a lot. Oh boy do they get an earful, though, when I insist on letting them know JUST what a European mutt I actually am (Irish, Slovenian, Italian, Polish, English, Swedish, Scottish—at the very least)!
When I was around 10 years-old, I once got on a roller-coaster called the Boomerang, where the gimmick was that it dragged you backwards from the start point to a high place (to build up momentum), released you and took you through the loops, and then it took you through them again going BACKWARDS!
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Probably the most discouraging thing I have ever heard in my life was when my 58 year-old father told me, "You know, I've been thinking about it recently, and I really don't think abortion should be legal."
The summer my mom died, I cut off almost all of my hair in a fit of "I'M MOURNING AND I'M GODDAMN HOT" pique. I was not in a good place. People have always told me my hair is my nicest feature, so I kind of wanted to destroy it (okay, I donated it to Locks of Love, but for me it was gone). Going from looong (thick…
This is why I think our (almost entirely) two-party system is such crap: it drives people to extremes. Even though—if most of these politicians thought about it—they should realize that purposefully making enemies of HALF of their constituency is a very stupid move, following a party platform still ensures it happens.…
Edward Norton's might be the best, considering how it seems to keep coming back to neo-Nazis.
My sister and I thought the exact same thing.
Oooh, the stories I have about other women's menstrual blood.
No, to the pain!
When I was a little girl, my birthday present one year was a Bocce ball set. My family (single-parent dad, older brother and sister) would go down to the arid-as-hell yard, use a hoe to dig up a "court," and just have fun with it.
I was raised by a single parent from the time I was 8. I had two older siblings. We'd always lived on the slim end of the middle-class; I shared a room (and a bed) with my sister, we mostly ate frozen dinners, my clothes were all hand-me-downs. When my mom left, she never paid child-support. It wasn't long before my…
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I guess I've always been lucky to have encouraging math teachers; I never even heard the stereotype that girls were "supposed to be" bad at math until I was in high school. And I went to five different schools, total (we moved around a lot). Maybe it was also partially because I was usually surrounded by intelligent,…
Stupidity. I can forgive a lot in a guy. But if he's a moron, he just isn't fuckable anymore.
I'm not sure it was so much the chores as the fact that my brother was oldest, with two little sisters, and we were raised by our father who held many, many misogynistic views. I'm glad to say my brother's gotten with the program more in recent years, but he used to be a little snot-nosed tyrant.
A movie? About a woman? Is... is it about babies? Or luuuurve? Is there a minor misunderstanding blown out of proportion followed by an overly dramatic chase scene to a wedding/bus/plane/orgy?