Reminds me of an uncle, greeting me at a family function after I had noticeably packed on some weight: “Well, you’re looking...prosperous.” As savage a putdown as I’ve ever been subject to.
Reminds me of an uncle, greeting me at a family function after I had noticeably packed on some weight: “Well, you’re looking...prosperous.” As savage a putdown as I’ve ever been subject to.
Please keep posting this comment. I found it informative the first time (not understanding money stuff well), and it just keeps being relevant. I mean, rich white guys are gonna rich white guy no matter what the effects of Warren’s tax, but breaking down just HOW ridiculous their tears are is important.
Once again, it needs to be pointed out that in the real world, there is one and only one superpower: compound interest.
I have yet to see one of these “master race” guys who look anywhere fucking close to my conception of an ideal human being. I mean if Liz Hurley claimed to be part of a genetically elite super race I’d be like “That sounds about right”.
Is it wrong for me to hope that most of those “gender reveal party” parents end up getting the *real* gender reveal years later? ‘Cause they are trying so hard to force their unborn children into gender roles?
What ‘manual labor’ around the home were not performed by paid staff?
He can’t be a dildo, a dildo has a job!
The other day when Kanye was lamenting the revealing nature of his wife’s clothing I was thinking, “Boy, you better not get on Al Gores internet or you will certainly be in for a surprise.”
I mean, yeah, TI has been telling us that he’s a controlling, piece of shit misogynist for close to a decade. Some of his more tame song lyrics include this gem:
T.I. is very concerned about his daughter’s hymen. He’s so concerned that he recently told a podcast that he goes to the gynecologist every year to have the doctor “check” her hymen.
That is absolutely just fucking gross.
Fame? No. Infamy. Fame is fleeting and temporary. Infamy is forever.