I have a feeling Sallie Mae would find me.

Maury Povich is hardly a representation of reality, but your comment brings to mind the guests who defiantly declare they take of their kids because they “let” their wages be garnished.

We appear to be twins. Both in birthday and in strategy.

If my livelihood were dependent on my physique, I’d be a boring hippie, too.

“Vagina.”

For someone who’s never left a comment here before, you ACED creating a username.

“Don’t have kids you can’t afford” is the “advice” regularly thrown at parents fallen on hard times and the people who say it are given shit for doing so. Except here. I side-eye.

I’m still with the “cry me a river crowd” but suspect the gist of the comments would be different were this a single, custodial mother justifying her use of public benefits (everything else being the same.) I’m side-eyeing this comments section.

A friend of mine who worked in support enforcement says part of the problem is how many non-custodial parents don’t see it as child support, but money they’re being forced to pay that bitch.

I’m going to chime in with the “cry me a river” crowd. That being said, taking away a parent’s ability to legally transport him/herself to a job seems counterproductive.

I learned how to find bras that fit properly, stand up straight, and silently dare anyone to talk shit about my back fat. Designing my own clothing line never occurred to me.

The people I know personally that believe most strongly in The Secret and The Law of Attraction are among the most physically unhealthy people I know and have the most troubled lives. I wonder how they don’t realize it’s not working.

Can anyone other than middle class males stomach stories about middle class mid-life crises?

I love that movie. I walked by Harvey Keitel in Tribeca once and thought “hee hee - I’ve seen your penis.”

My parents took me to Jaws when I was 4.

My parents did that and they were not doing me any favors.

Best movie theater ever.

It took a few years to get to this point, I had to realize it was up to me and not doctors* to get me here, and it sounds like I had a higher baseline than your sister (I fell apart in my early 20s and kept it half together for a few years before things went to hell, then pulled it out of the fire about three years…

Eight years ago a neighbor called me “full figured” and to this day I wonder if she meant fat or big-titted.

When I worked retail, it was mostly just people seeing W on the tag and getting pissed off because they thought it meant “wide.”