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I got divorced from my inlaws, so it's not a problem for me, but my kid is in middle school and becoming interested in social justice issues- like painfully and intensely concerned. I've already let him know that the thing to do when anyone in his extended family brings up race, gender, politics, or religion, is to

Erin, I desperately want to comment on this, but I do not want to spend the rest of the day/week/month/year fielding other people's reactions to my opinion on this particular subject.

I like this thing you wrote. A lot. For a lot of reasons.

So. I am here to give an update about what happened last week when I fled from my emotionally abusive boyfriend. I've been posting about trying to get out of this relationship for a while but had been very very stuck do to being very very poor and very alone in a new city and not being able to afford a place of my own

Her joyfulness is pretty wonderful, isn't it? Weirdly, it's not the nakedness that make the pictures worth looking at—what makes them so compelling is the fact that she's clearly having enormous, mischievous fun. It's oddly charming.

I'm digging her playful expressions. Fully nude with sheer joy across her face, instead of her typical fuck-me-face she makes in photos (or she is told to make - I don't know who is in charge).

Would never of

Honestly, I'm more concerned about the terrible taste than I am about the "is it poison?" factor. Priorities: I has 'em.

somebody probably doesn't like Iggy. Well there are singers who can enunciate.

because its 103.5 sunday night DJ.

Do you have a employee handbook? Because if you haven't been holding to the policies, you need to start. Sit her down, explain the policy, and lay out the consequences, whatever they are. Then follow through.

Not at all related to children, but I recently got a dog, and I've had several not so pleasant interactions when people reach down to pet my dog without asking. She's only a year old and has had barely any training (she's a rescue), and she's about 40 pounds and jumps on people when she's excited. She loves people so

Amen to that. I couldn't breastfeed for medical reasons AND because my baby just wouldn't latch on despite best efforts and I felt incredibly guilty. That guilt though did turn into rage when I had women walk up to me in a mall trying to educate me about the benefits of breast feeding and how I needed to power through

Gawd, and I thought I was pissed when a woman who walked by me while I was buying "curbside" strawberries (from a field hand who drove to a snotty/hippy Marin county town to sell them) barked at me, "THEY ARE NOT LOCAL, NOT ORGANIC AND INEDIBLE." Uh, I'll decide what toxic shit to put in my body, but thanks for your

Go find a picture of young Rutherford B. Hayes, or as I like to call him, Rutherford B. Haaaayyyyyy Guuuurrrrl.

* No, seriously, click that link. Dude has pictures of himself murdering so many big animals that Teddy Roosevelt would be like "hey, now, hold up a sec."

Hockey season finally started, boys are back in Town, my sanity will slowly coming back....

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You guys! Have you seen her dancing to Anaconda?! I must have watched it 15 times in a row when I discovered it.

Going up, my parents were were divorced and never communicated directly. I got bounced back and forth between them a lot. Always based on what my mom needed. Fuck my social life or grades or stability. If being a parent started to get too hard, she'd ship me off to live with my grandmother or father. She'd get lonely,

Quick preemptive strike: 3 thinks about mental health and sex abuse which you should consider before commenting.

As an attorney who deals with random people at least through third parties, I'm going to try to translate stupid. When she says she "didn't understand" the plea deal, she means she didn't like it and didn't understand WHY she had to do it. She was whining to her lawyer about why she shouldn't have to do or pay