That’s a joke about motherhood, not a joke about Elizabeth Smart. She is an amazing individual, as mentioned in a lots of comments to this article. There’s room to have a joke, as well.

I’m the same age as Elizabeth and her story, since she was missing to when she was found and beyond, has always stayed with me. Primarily how she schooled Nancy Grace during an interview, and how she talked about how her school and church’s teachings of purity negatively impacted her after she returned home.…

The poor children in America seem to be lagging in knowledge, social skills, confidence,...much more than poor kids I met in my country of origin. I was poor in my country of origin yet I managed to go to college and go to grad school in the US and now I have a great job here in the US. I volunteer with poor at risk…

Yup. My husband is EU and it was kind of a no brainer. Like, is life frustrating and hard sometimes? Yeah, definitely, but at home I was working two jobs (one of which I fucking hated) and was still almost in the red every month. We’re doing fucking great here, and we won’t be totally fucked when we decide to have…

That’s interesting. Unhealthy how? Like more than the fat American cliche? (I’m genuinely curious)

Yup. Sister-in-law is married to a Norwegian man. They are moving there as soon as they possibly can, because it’s just a way better life in every aspect that matters.

The thing is with generous social programs is that they pay off in the long run. Affordable daycare=more women in the workforce=more people paying income taxes. I live in a place with fairly generous social programs (long maternity leave, affordable daycare, medicare and free dental for kids under 12). This is purely…

once a child reaches their first birthday, they’re guaranteed a place in daycare for a very low fee.

Sweden is starting to look like a very nice place to live.

And yet here in the US, we can’t get one single hour of paid maternity leave. Way to go American exceptionalisn, you’ve done it again.

I grew in Mississippi. Feel free to heap on any sort of empathy you might be feeling for me.

Okay so you may not like this advice so just gird your loin: stop for awhile. Stop having sex. This was my life in college. I was always the fun girl, the down for everything girl, the girl they told their secrets to and the girl that was more fun. But over, and over and over and over again I wasn’t THE girl. So you…

I just keep thinking why not me, I mean for fucks sakes... almost every single guy I’ve dated or fucked in the last 4 years is in a long term relationship. What kind of fucked up shit is that???

Tomorrow, I start my new second part time job. I’m okay with it... I’m not particularly excited about it... after all it’s just another minimum wage retail job, but a girl’s gotta do...

It was a joke.

Silly. These are not the type of bras that are meant to be worn under clothes. Or for very long at all.

For a long time I didn’t “get porn”.... But now I do, and my understanding comes entirely from watching videos of cheesy bread being pulled apart.

This. Nothing has ever looked so delicious/sexual/amazing

Ugh my boobs look so huge and my hired car is already here so there’s just nothing I can do about it nooooooo what a bummer grr