This isn’t code switching, this is lying.

I’m multi-lingual and grew up in a Spanish-speaking household. This woman is a grifter, and the main reason you’re commenting this is because you haven’t looked into this much. She faked an accent, it’s not one that has “disappeared” over time. It’s not code switching. It’s Dolezaling.

Well, no. Vacationing in Mallorca with your rich American family does not make a Massachusetts prep school graduate named Hillary into someone who would say “How do you sayee in eengleesh ‘coocumber?’” It’s not like visiting your relatives in Georgia and coming back saying “ya’ll” for a week.

As a female person, I had a lifetime of catcalls, attempted rape, attempted kidnapping, stalking and all the rest to contend with. (As a child I was molested by a neighbor.) One thing I found is that when I was aggressive in return, these men were less likely to mess with me. (Of course there’s always the chance this…

That sounds exactly like my father; if you can believe it, in a storybook twist, he actually had the good graces to die on my birthday last year. It felt like all my christmases at once.

I know someone who goes to different psychics, spending about $75 each visit. She keeps telling me I should keep an open mind and try it. I tell I don’t need to spend $75 to have someone guess that I’m the right age to have dead grandparents who want to talk to me from beyond the grave. I don’t want to find out why my…

It seems clear to me that he barely knows Tiffany, and neither does the rest of the family. Even with the eldest three, I think Ivana said he didn’t show any interest in them until they became adults. Barron clearly was not conceived out of love AND it doesn’t seem like 45 has any interest in young kids, so I’m sure…

Yep. If Donald ever had anything close to a real marriage it was with Ivanka. Tiffany and Barron were Donald’s concessions in the prostitution contracts otherwise known as his second third and third marriages

My father was a womanizing alcoholic gambler who my mother kicked to the curb when I was a toddler. I didn’t meet him till I was 16. After talking to him for awhile, it was apparent he hadn’t much changed over the years, The one thing I could muster a sliver of respect for was his honesty. He knew he was a fuckup and…

I know bad dudes are everywhere, but Charleston and the world would be a better place without any of those Southern Charm assholes (except resident Doonesbury character Whitney popping in and out)

Thomas Ravenel pleaded guilty to assault.

Brittany Murphy was my celeb doppelgänger.  I never did this, but I tried using a pencil to pencil in my eyebrows, on the advice of Tea Leoni in Allure, circa 200?.

Very late but can I contribute the worst birthday story? My 21st.

When I was 8 one of my friends had a birthday party where we all got picked up in a limo. I definitely thought it was the coolest birthday ever! The next year we had to write an essay on a “special memory” and my 4th grade self thought, yeah, it’s totally that limo birthday party.

I’m here for everyone else's stories and not gonna drag down the vibe with any takes of my annual birthday horrors, but my birthday memories are all crazy fucking bad, to the point that I now act like I have no birthday at all.

***suicide mention in last sentence of first paragraph**

My birthday is in the summer and for my 16th birthday my parents rented me and my friends a limo to take us an hour away to a water park. I think my sisters came to supervise as the adults. I just remember the limo as being the COOLEST thing and all of us were so excited. I’ve actually had people bring it up in…

Christmas Day here. They have to be the two worst days to have your birthday.

December 24 bday=sucksville for parties with school friends. Usually a hasty “in between celebrations “ deal. Until my 17th when my friend was house sitting in a very large, chill Victorian home. We got pizza, got buzzed then had some wonderful, heartfelt conversations while we all sat at varying places on the grand…

I contracted Herpes 2 in my late 30s, from whom I am not certain since I was told it could remain “latent” for a time and that my arrival in the Doctor’s office because of “blisters” on my labia ( I was between partners at the time) was my first outbreak. I was told I could be put on medication but I opted out of that…