Those are hugely passive-aggressive posts. If they have to constantly go to those lengths to assure everyone they’re happily married, then it’s very likely they’re not happily married.
Those are hugely passive-aggressive posts. If they have to constantly go to those lengths to assure everyone they’re happily married, then it’s very likely they’re not happily married.
He even looks like Sarkozy.
I wasn’t defending RCP--I agree with you. It just sounded like you thought they wrote the story to push their agenda. If they ran it for that purpose, they must not have actually read it.
RCP isn’t the source of the information in that article--they just ran the story. The Washington Post conducted the interview with Lichtman, an American University professor. Scares the hell out of me too: https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/the-fix/wp/2016/09/23/trump-is-headed-for-a-win-says-professor-whos-predicted-…
Off topic, I know, but your comment reminded me of a friend who was twice divorced and re-marrying for a third time. I was shocked when I saw printed across the bottom of the wedding invitation, “Divorce is not an option.”
His asshole must be jealous of the shit that comes out of his mouth.
My very southern, very Republican father-in-law was visiting this weekend and had a lengthy conspiracy-focused conversation with his girlfriend about Hillary’s health...on speakerphone, at max volume. I tried everything to avoid listening to their bullshit but couldn’t seem to find a place where I couldn’t hear it.…
Back in the ‘70s, I threatened to report a university dean for harassment after he walked up behind me, put his arms around me and blatantly fondled my breasts. He wasn’t concerned at all about possible ramifications, saying, “It’s not what you know, it’s who you know. And you know no one that matters.”
I would imagine it’s not too painful, as long as you’re willing to leave each word initial capped; otherwise, you’d have to spend lots of time overriding autocorrect.
When I was seven months pregnant, I had to make a business trip to San Diego. I was walking to a restaurant to meet an associate when a woman approached me. She said she was a medium and wanted to tell me I was having a girl, that she saw a pink aura around me. When I entered the restaurant, the hostess excitedly…
Sadly, that’s true. It’s rare to talk a woman who hasn’t been violated in some way. All my friends and many family members have had experiences. And most of them had multiple encounters.
I have a Republican husband. We don’t talk about politics—ever. In spite of that long-standing pact, it’s actually crossed my mind a couple of times to ask if he supports Trump, I guess because it seems like such an obvious “no.” But then I realized that I couldn’t stay married to him if he said he does.
My high-school journalism teacher did way more than harass. He should have been in prison and would have been if people had known what he was up to. It happened many years ago when his victims, including me, didn’t know they had recourse. I believed him when he said nobody would believe me, a popular pedophile tactic.
I’m a writer/editor for a healthy living magazine and see headline typos all the time. You would think a large font would equate to greater visibility and fewer errors, but I’ve found the opposite to be true. Many editors are so focused on body copy that they pay scant attention to larger type.
Haha! Sounds like your husband was smart enough to honor your edict. My friend’s husband, on the other hand, not so much. They divorced six months after the wedding.
I received a very formal invitation to a friend’s third wedding, and these words were embossed in gold at the bottom: Divorce is not an option.
After the first few times I was around drunk people while sober myself, I became a teetotaler. That’s because I saw firsthand how not clever, how not funny, how not intelligent I became when I had too much to drink.
Yes! I know exactly what you mean. I didn’t expect to feel that way, but for the first year after moving to Nashville, I would cry most of the way back following a trip home. My family is still in Knoxville, and so is my heart.
Native Knoxvillian here, now living about 15 miles south of Nashville. You can’t escape the redness of the state, that’s true, but you’ll never find more beautiful landscapes than there are in East Tennessee. I miss living close to the Smoky Mountains. Can’t count the number of times I’ve hiked those trails, including…
I absolutely cannot bring myself to actually listen to this video and her shrill, idiotic patois, so maybe I’m wrong and Carville didn’t give her a pass on her ridiculous pronouncements. But everything I’ve read, including this partial transcript, tells me he let her off way too easy. He could—and should—have verbally…