Even just simple things like a luxury lip balm, mascara and eyeliner are “standards” that gals need but don’t want to splurge on (and aren’t generally brand specific) so it’s hard to get those wrong. Kind of a fun cheap gift is a really cute bottle opener. I recently helped my daughter pack up to move across country…

Holy Shitsnacks! That’s low. My mother was a mean drunk, but she never sank that low. Yipe! Some people should not have children.

Ham sandwich*, Dad! Not Pringles!

Yeah, but a site called Wonkette picked it up and I believe the first column will be Monday.

I’m right there with you! I keep gasping reading the horrible things some people’s parents have said to them! 😨

Aggggghhh my mother RUINED my curly hair by brushing it/making me brush it regularly as a child. Like, I didn’t know I had curly hair until probably 8th grade because I always automatically brushed it out after I washed it. And then she would legit yell at me when I tried to wear it curly because it “looked like I…

Seconded.

Me too. These make me sad. I just wish my mom had directed me more in terms of fashion, been MORE negative or at least analytical. She is naturally attractive but a country girl, so she was of absolutely no use to me in middle school and high school. I’m sure I went out of the house looking awful on many occasions.…

That’s so horrible. *gigantic internet hugs*

Great comeback. You win. And screw him.

My mom is SHOCKED that I started wearing my hair curly - willingly - in college after straightening it for 5 years. I still straighten it now but I'd call it a 50/50 split

My goodness. I don’t have a story to add but I just wanted to say to all those who are sharing stories, I’m sorry your parents said shitty things to you. Truly. :(

Ugh. I think I’m out on this one. It makes me sad to read these.

The Southern Poverty Law Center considers any wedding party of over 8 people a hate group.

Does the death of Kinja mean I might come out of the greys? That’s my silver lining

I cannot WAIT to hear his parents’ justification for this one. “He was a young boy” my ass.

Oh, that was the BEST. And I still pronounce it “Keeping up with tha Kahrdazziahns!”

When will I ever see spaghetti cat again? What will happen to Lou?

The last boss I had who wasn’t me was a consciencless sociopath. To that guy I gave bupkis, other than my blood, sweat, toil, and tears every day I worked for him.

A resignation letter, written in calligraphy, on a rotating fountain shaped like a middle finger.