I internet-love you. Whenever I try to give a star right now, it takes one away, but ... stars.

My pretty, blond, MSW-toting and very much impoverished mom checks pretty much all those boxes, and when she earnestly tries to convince her wealthy semi-friends (from back in the day) that she used to feel the same way about the poor, but look what happened to her, and now that she’s on the outs she can see it, and…

You also gotta love everybody who throws around ‘family planning’ when blaming the poor - because it’s not like circumstances ever wildly change and it’s kind of impossible to change your family plan in response when you’ve already produced several humans and don’t feel like murdering them to make end meet, because,…

I also want to point out: WHO CARES IF SOMEONE BUYS A DAMN BIRTHDAY CAKE??? Should someone not get to have a brief, fleeting experience of gastronomical pleasure on their motherhugging birthday??? [Not even a child living in poverty? Not even someone terminally ill living in poverty?]

I was on SNAP for a while and someone saw my card [which is fairly discreet, so why were they looking??] and said, “Wow, but you chose to get cupcakes?”

I platonically internet-love you.

So women are literally spiritually lesser than, say, a jellyfish.

I think they fake-swear more because it’s frustrating not being able to swear and frustration is the leading cause of swearing.

I was recently robbed at gunpoint and the police complimented me on how well I kept it together and my comportment and recall in subsequent interviews, and then told me I should “seriously consider” enrolling in the police academy. [I am a twenty-four-year-old white woman, if anyone is curious.] I have other career…

Puzzleface Ranch in my hometown is so called because of a [ranch] hand (cowboy) who worked and died there. When they went to wash and dress him for his funeral, they discovered he was ‘female’. Apparently this was not a rare occurrence, either.

Ten points to Ravenclaw!

This is so cute and sweet and healthy. Why can’t America have nice things??

There should be virtual reality simulators just for legislators who block overwhelmingly popular common-sense gun regulations. Drug them up to feel all the terror and grief and horror.

Respect.

I was a high school freshman in 2006 and we had them several times a year, every year. I grew up in rural Wyoming. There is virtually no violent crime in my home county; there hasn’t been a murder since the seventies.

Present and accounted for!

Tell me more about this magical place.

Your parenting game is on FLEEK

Seconded.

“Weed helps.”