Hmm. Yes ... I always immediately tell people I feel sorry for that they should, in addition to their grief, feel guilty for not saving malaria victims.

Or, you know, they might think that the poor woman is experiencing a painful loss and understand that people don't always do the most reasonable things in those circumstances. And then they might try not to be so judgmental self-righteous.

Just noting the massive irony here that a hate group, who operate under the guise of anonymity with the white hoods and whatnot, are getting owned by an even more faceless organization than them. I would think that a group that's been around for what, 125-150 years, would have had a response plan for that by now.

Guess…

I'm confused as to how you think she spent that entire amount on pet psychics as opposed to also including the gas for going out to that park every weekend, the posters she has posted everywhere, the cameras so put out in the woods, and the dog food she places where the dog may be able to find it.

All of these other…

You're really wrapped up in the pet psychics thing. She spent the money on other stuff too.

But if she'd spent it on a bathroom remodel, no judgment right?

The 35k wasn't spend on pet psychics alone (which is something I don't believe in, to be clear.) There is nothing more tiresome and disingenuous than this kind of petty, fake *bullshit* when it comes to people caring about their pets. Yeah, 3 bucks for a cup of coffee isn't the same as 35,000, since you brought up…

An iPad costs many times that of other tablets/computers and that excess money could support a family for a year in many parts of the world. It's a dumb game- don't play it.

Maybe you should post some snapshots of the things you own - not living creatures with - and then we can pass judgement on you about how many children you could have saved instead of buying the stuff in your closets.

Oh please, tell that to yourself the next time you buy yourself a cup of coffee or a movie ticket or a pair of shoes. Your self righteousness makes you overlook the fact that this is a responsible person who loves and cares for another living creature and misses him.

Perhaps her beloved family member who happens to have 4 legs is worth more to her than people she has never met? I know if one of my pets needed a thousand dollars in surgery I wouldn't go 'well, sorry, not going to save your life. This baby's money is going to go to mostly administrative costs at some charity'. Just…

No, what makes you nauseous is your self-righteousness.

I'm assuming that you have saved for retirement just enough to live on a cot, under a worn army tent and wear paper bag shoes. And that you only eat ramen or MRAPs, or eat food you find in the top 4 inches of the garbage bins of local restaurants. And that you don't have cable, and you ride a bike everywhere. I mean,…

And I assume you're making do with the absolute bare minimum in all other ways- you're eating nothing but noodles, living out of a tent, and using a bonfire for heating. Otherwise, you don't have a leg to stand on.

I'm trying to figure out how the cat was angry. The flicking of the paper could easily have just been normal scratching, like they do just for claw health, or trying to make it a better bed. If the cat were angry, the human would not have been able to touch it or interfere so easily.

Okay, but some non-model people (like me) are a size 00 and their bodies aren't meant as commentary on anyone else's body the way that "everything fashion related" might be. The fact that strangers make denigrating comments about our size is as unacceptable as a stranger's unsolicited comments on bodies of any other…

I'm of the mind that if you think women should be ladies then you must provide a castle,a throne, and some big ass jewelry.

Going to a family wedding I think implies a certain level of commitment, so I can see not being ready for that when you haven't even been dating for two months.

"Your swearing is very unladylike?" Motherfucker. I once spent about 13 months co-located with a bunch of Army officers for my job. That was thirteen years ago, and I still to this day use the eff word like a comma. My husband does not care but prefers I tone it down around the kids, lest our son confront a daycare…

Fuck you for reason #5, Bobo.