But Finns invented the Sauna.

500 days of Lennu! Make it happen.

Are you insane? Give me Helsinki anyday over freakin’ Oslo.

Please do this on a weekly basis. I need this in my life.

If my Facebook feed is any scientific proof, the people who use hashtags like #Blessed and #Awakened are: a) rarely “blessed” or “awakened” and b) usually one post away from an epic public meltdown that makes using my data plan so worth it.

Also in fifth grade. Suzanne Joiner came up to me during lunch to tell me that “Everyone thinks you look...” (she traced a word on my desk). I didn’t understand, so she silently mouthed it. I still didn’t understand. She finally, exasperatedly announced that I “looked POOR” because I had worn the same outfit twice…

Joshua and his mother were and are vile people.

The jokes on him, because barely anyone showed up to his party and I spent the day at the bookstore, which was like my favorite place as a child. My parents thought I’d be traumatized but I was more pissed off than anything else.

Right? And the dickhead told eeeeveryone. Plus, it really all came down to the fact that his mother hated my mother. Had nothing to do with me, she just wanted to get back at my mom for something so she figured the easiest way to do that was to go after me.

I can’t remember when I first realized we were in the upper middle class (dad’s a prominent attorney, mom was in entertainment business), but I do remember my parents clearly teaching me that their money is THEIR money. I was being a snotty 13 year old and begging my mom for the latest trendy jeans - they were like…

As I’ve said in a couple other threads over time, my parents were the absolute BEST at educating me about money and I can’t thank them enough for that. I grew up with a weird perspective...we lived in a small house, took reasonable vacations (driving to the beach 8-12 hrs away) and had a mix of blue collar and white…

When I was in the fifth grade and Joshua Winstead told everyone that his mother had made sure to invite everyone in our grade to his birthday except me because my family couldn’t possibly afford a good enough gift for her precious baby’s big day.

My husband got called rich by all the other kids in public primary school, and then went to a private high school and he was the “poor” one to the other kids. How kids perceive themselves is probably relative to their peers.

I don’t think this person was “poor,” but she probably wasn’t rich either. Going to private college doesn’t necessarily mean wealthy, maybe she got a scholarship or something. But, going on trips to Europe is likelier evidence of wealth. Even so, a lot of poor immigrants make regular trips to their home nations.…

When I had to lie to my mother about how hungry I was because there wasn’t enough food for the both of us.

I have no memory of not knowing we weren’t poor. My only memories are of realizing how acutely poor we actually were. i.e. My dad lining up at a construction site, hoping he’d get hired for the summer. And him doing that until he was 60. Then, having to take an $8/hr job where he was lowered into the ground in a cage…

3rd grade. Some snobby girl named Donna continuously told me her parents were rich and I was poor. They weren’t rich. But in the eyes of an 8-yr old materialistic girl, they had the new car, new clothes and could afford normal stuff. We were children of farm workers and had to struggle to survive. Ugh that little…

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You can only shock so many White House staffers with a wierd, Eric Carle-like penis. Sometimes you just gotta get out there