Sterling silver monogrammed tampon case or GTFO.
Gabrielle Union and D-Wade as Milli Vanilli
Wow! I would have never pegged my story for one of the best, but thank you so much capturing my traumatic experience so perfectly! I seriously can’t believe you did this!
Here’s my racist story:
I thank my lucky stars that I have a decent in-laws. Yes they’re more conservative than my husband and I but they’ve learned not bring social issues up with me because I have made his sisters look the fool enough times. My MIL is literally the nicest person anyone ever meets, she’s a tiny Italian lady who loves wine…
I was waiting in line to vote for the first time in 2008 for President Obama, which I was pretty excited about. Where I was living at the time holds their voting at the assisted living building in the neighborhood. I always thought it was nice that they didn’t make the seniors have to travel anywhere to vote. So, I…
My scariest in-my-face racist story? When my husband’s stepfather called me a “spic bitch” because I dared to confront him about inappropriate (sexist and racist) remarks he was making. He then threatened to beat the shit out of me. I was pregnant at the time.
I’ve quickly learned (from Captain Awkward: go there right now if you’ve never been, I have grown so much as a person and a “bitch) that having a “script” of responses takes a lot of the pressure off. Next time potential FIL says something racist, look him in the eye, let the silence become just a bit uncomfortable,…
I had this adorable baby a couple months ago, and it was, in almost all ways, night and day from my first birth. My first, I was in an abusive marriage and was desperate and lonely and broke and terrified for my safety and that of Mini. This one, I’m in an amazing marriage, have tons of support, much more secure…
If it wasn’t for you guys and SNS, I am not sure that I could have made it through the past few years and I am not even exaggerating. I vented and received not only comfort but solid advice and sometimes the pat on the shoulder that I needed. Thankfully, Big Foot has made so much progress and things are easier but…
Happy Birthday, Jez!
I cannot for the life of me understand how people find it comforting to embalm their dead and put them in a wooden box beneath the earth. I visit my mother’s grave every now and then and it only squicks me out to think that a simulacrum of her living person is withering away six feet below me.
I’ve been wanting to read her stuff but I felt like I had to start with “Stiff” and “The American Way of Death” before I do. “Stiff” was so good it immediately became one of my top five books ever.
My parents live at the beach in a house on a canal and I used to like to go out and sit on their dock in the middle of the night and look at the stars after everyone was asleep. One night I was sitting out there by myself and it was a particularly dark night with no moon or wind, completely still and silent, when I…
This is a sweet, not scary ghost story, and it’s not exactly a ghost story either, but I love telling it. When I tell it in person, I get choked up.
In my dad’s culture, after a person dies, we don’t say their name again, and we don’t pass down names. If we have to say the name of a dead person, we add on an honorific…