We went to visit my grandparents one state over when my brother was toilet training, over 50-odd years ago. There wasn’t room in the car for both his car seat and potty chair so the potty chair became the car seat for John.

There is a picture of me when I was about 3 years old sleeping on a pile of jackets and quilts in the back seat of my Grandfather’s Willys station wagon in about 1970 or so. We had been up hiking in the forest around Mount Saint Helens, and I was a tired little tyke. It was a long drive back home.

If you were born in the 60s, you rode around in seats like this.

As someone who was a child prior to the introduction of these seats, here’s what preceded it: babies/infants were held by an adult, but once one had achieved toddler status, you were postioned as any grown person: “Sit still!”

Write a book, Tiff. Burn the fucker down. 

I am baffled by people wearing couture sitting on a public bathroom floor. I wouldn’t sit on a public bathroom floor in my 5 year old, worn out Old Navy jeans. These folks are hotboxing a public restroom with cigarettes and sitting on the damn floor is clothing that cost thousands of dollars. What the actual fuck.

It’s hilarious that Wintour tries to say this is a swanky event for elite donors who appreciate art when in reality it’s a lot of skinny, newly rich, white people smoking in the bathroom who really don’t give a shit about art at all.

Oh yay. Cramped selfies and photos of people sitting on a *BATHROOM FLOOR* in couture gowns that cost more than I make in a year or two, chugging away at their cigarettes in the hot box’d bathroom, blissfully unaware that the rented garments will have to be cleaned by a low wage worker quietly resigned to get the…

New York’s hottest club is FAAAAAART!

Amen. At least the raccoon could yield some good YouTube content.

I would rather be locked in a room with a rabid raccoon than deal with Jeffree Star or James Charles

My aunt wasn’t able to have a funeral service, but thank god Kendall was able to escape her mansion!

But I guess when you have virtually unlimited wealth and can normally purchase the reality you want, maybe it is.

OH GOD it was SO, SO, SO sticky. I remember plastic cups getting stuck to my lips while wearing that stuff. But the colors and the pigments were fantastic.

I’m hanging onto mine for dear life. Nobody knows how long this will go for. There’s talks of recurring stimulus payments, but I gotta plan for the worst. Even if they come through, I’ll be hanging onto those as well and only spending what I have to on food, rent and utilities. That being said, I’m in a pretty sweet…

I’m hanging onto mine for dear life. Nobody knows how long this will go for. There’s talks of recurring stimulus…

Basic living expenses, which it will barely make a tiny dent. 

Basic living expenses, which it will barely make a tiny dent. 

LOL my boyfriend is OBSESSED with that account. We watch the videos all the time now. Love to see Key beg for a waffle lol

What we really need to drag on, and discuss, is the ‘spine in’ piles of books in the fire place.

I know the Pink story is supposed to be uplifting, but it’s yet another reminder of how the wealthy have access to medical care that the rest of us do not.

Yeah for real. Old money hates new money.