MizzMazz
MizzMazz
MizzMazz

I had a cheap pump (all we could afford) and it hurt. I would only expel excess milk at home because I made a lot. I made a lot, and young son would not take a bottle, so I got used to whipping tit out, and very luckily, I had no one getting in my face.

Um, why not just kill yourself? Why take someone with you? What a childish, selfish, fucked up thing to do, especially when there’s no heaven. His life may indeed be devoid of women, but that’s really *his* fault, not that of women.

I am male and unfortunately, I predict that this sort of thing will become more frequent. Why? I think that it has never been harder for men to date than it is now. Or perhaps, more accurately, it has never been more likely that a man’s life will be completely devoid of female contact than right now. This in no way

I’m glad you’re listening and thinking, but you are not comprehending the quote. It does not come to the foregone conclusion that men will kill women; it states very clearly of one thing - fear.

I just love those guys so much.

I still get things like that there, if I can get my size (xl) I got a cute Doctor Who little dress I wear with pants, kind of like the prints above. I like most of what I saw up there, but only a couple of pieces would be flattering. I’m 52, and who says we can’t have fun clothes?

That shit is just ugly. Nothing appetising about it at all. Back in the 80's, where everything was over-the-top, the ice cream parlour I worked at was often admonished for putting a scoop of whatever flavor you wanted on the side of your milkshake/ice cream soda for being too excessive. Now it seems minimalist.

Lots of jobs don’t let you have a break. In California, as far as I know, you get that half hour (unpaid) to eat, or do whatever you want to, and two fifteens, but lots of people I know don’t get that. Restaurant business, we didn’t get our breaks until after the rush, and labor laws are not enforced here in the

California, early nineties, and no one gave me shit (except for my Mom*) and I did it publicly, in peoples homes, etc. I’m rather horrified when I hear stories of women being told to “do that in the bathroom” or some such. Do you eat in the bathroom? I certainly hope not, so don’t ask my kid to do so.

Read both of your responses, and thank you for going into depth.

Tried this before, will try again:

I know! Amananda? And beaches are now possesive? What the hell’s wrong with a nipple? I used mine to feed my son when he was a baby, and I was lucky - no one gave me shit for it, but if some asshole would think that is an open invitation to grab my boob he’d get a kick un the teeth.

Part of a bigger problem. Kids don’t get good meals for many reasons, and some of them are that they don’t have a safety net at home, or grandma or grandpa. Mom and Dad can be unemployed, or what money they do make doesn’t stretch far enough. There is nuance.

Stale bread gives it more body, and it’s a good use for leftover bread. knock some cinnamon into your egg mixture, if you like that sort of thing, and fry it up in some bacon grease, because life is short anyway ;).

ETA: I posted before scrolling down the comments. Nope, shit hasn’t changed at all.

You’re a dumbshit. Quit digging that hole you’re in.

Huh. An improvement I guess, since the 80’s/90’s when I had men throwing things at me on my bike, and forcibly cutting me off. Oh, and having people ask me when they saw me in my jacket with my helmet: “Does your boyfriend have a bike?” I was even accused of doing it for the look.

Stale baugette or boule.

We are lucky to live in such nice and expensive areas, aren’t we? The converse is to be living in cheaper areas where there is no work. They got all this worked out, haven’t they? ;)