I don’t think that’s a stigma. The stigma is women with short or shaved hair being crazy or succumbing to some sort of trauma. I got that long before Britney Spears incident, so it must be an older meme than that.

Why would you think that? I got a lot of the same concern when I shaved my head, and I didn’t understand where it was coming from. Is this a thing? When women cut off their hair they go insane, or vice versa?

She does both an it’s awful. That is, when she isn’t trying to sell us her bullshit pyramid scheme diet cleanse products. FML

legit irl lol

You are much more forgiving to your alcoholic parent than I am to mine. My father gets no love or respect from me

My mom and grandmother were OBSESSED with my fucking hair as a kid. I have A LOT of hair. Like a braid would be almost two inches thick and neither of them would let me cut it so it was down to my lower back. They’d never let me cut it because it was “so pretty” (yeah but you don’t have to fucking wash it and dry it…

Oh my god! My mother is the same about my hair. There is a reason I don’t brush it, don’t cut it past my collarbone, don’t wash it more than twice a week or use a blow dryer. Because I look like the female version of Tarzan if any of these things happen Which nobody wants to see, trust me

No words, just: !!! :(

Oi, what’s with the whole brushing curly hair a lot myth? It’s like, you *know* that’s just going to make it taller and frizzier, right?

Yes!!! My mom remains totally baffled by my hair texture.

“I don’t know what you would have done if we hadn’t adopted you- you wouldn’t make a very good prostitute”. (Adopted as a child from a communist country. It was a true statment, but vulgar coming from a parent. Emancipated shortly there after).

Moms everywhere: of course I can push your buttons better than anyone else. I installed the damned buttons.

fuuuuuck

You win for Best Comeback.

My dad used to joke when I had braces that all I needed in addition to those railroad tracks were glasses and then I would never find a husband.

As she was putting the turkey on the table for Thanksgiving dinner, “It’s a Butterball, just like Missy.”

Dad when I was 15: “You could stand to lose a few...” I was around 135 then...and I’m 5’7”.

Ugh. I think I’m out on this one. It makes me sad to read these.

My dad, who is partial to women with teeny tiny frames, used to sort of whack my awkward pubescent shoulders and ask “When did you get such broad shoulders?” As if he thought patting them hard enough would magically shrink them down. I felt ashamed that I apparently had a body no man would like.

But if she COULDN’T sing. Just bad singing, off-key, in a Cockney accent, in your day job.