Pallets tend to only come in one color.

I think it's weird that one baby's cuteness is held above all other babies' cuteness?

"Do you like the snacks? Does your snack taste good? The shade of my shirt is Lagoon Breeze. WOULD YOU LIKE ANOTHER SNACK??"

This is the least surprising of the four posts so far; although, it does drive the point home that sororities, at least the ones featured here, are rabidly obsessed with conformity, but yes— those of us who went to school with them (or EEK, were one of them, a LONG LONG time ago with much objective clarity since those…

I'm sorry but you're wearing the wrong shade of pearls, I'm going to need you to go home and change ASAP.

I...what? What can be a great conversation starter?

"And fuck you Tropicana Cabana, nobody likes you."

I haven't been too shocked and dismayed by these Rush reports so far, but the no eating and no drinking rule because snack are only for PNMs?? That's too much. How awkward would it be as a PNM to be eating and having a bunch of matching girls just kind of staring back at you??

They prefer viscose over cotton? That's just going way too far.

I mean, you start going too light and you're ending up in 'mint' territory, and everyone knows that mint isn't teal. Duh. This is just like, basic logic.

It's such a limited view of motherhood, too. She's writing from the perspective of a young, healthy woman with a supportive spouse and lots of social support, who was lucky enough to have a perfectly healthy kid, and who, let's not forget, HAS ONLY BEEN A MOM FOR A BRIEF MOMENT. It's ridiculous to be like "Oh,…

Yeah, I don't get this. I felt like I loved my husband less and I really felt bad about it. Like my love for the baby eclipsed everything else. And I know a lot of it was the hormones - luckily things have balanced out now. I hate my husband and kids in mostly equal proportions.

we would also create goofy ways to spend time together like driving around the city with her snoozing in the backseat

They should've warned me that I would love my husband so much more once he was the father of my bundle of perfection, that I wouldn't remember what the old love had felt like.

As a mother that suffered with post-partum depression and had several nervous breakdowns while being a stay-at-home parent to my two children, blogs like this make me feel guilty and ashamed. I have to remind myself that it's not a purely wonderful experience for many of us, and that's normal, too.

survey says: insufferable.

I saw this shared, and being a pregnant person, read it, and hated it. It's exactly the thing I don't want. My life (and my husband's life) is absolutely going to change. It's going to be different and amazing and exhausting and fun and hard. Sure. But, I am NOT becoming a new person. I am NOT leaving behind…

My friend and I were emailing about this very same article earlier this week.

They should've warned me that I would indeed get my nails done, but that I would sit in the pedicure chair texting her father compulsively because I missed them.