No, my respect is dependent on how a person uses their strength, intelligence and leadership.

Hell just got a whole lot classier.

If only there were a Tinder for quirky *smart people*, with insight + empathy, who read and human more than they mirrorgaze + treadmill?

(Nerdlr?)

“I’m too sexy for my job...”

The power of Aqua Net compels you.

Sad Potato agrees.

You are 68 years old and *motherfucking Bernadette Peters.*

Like wtf is this woman eating on the regular? Dirt? Christ, Bernadette, enjoy your life and eat some food.

Seriously. You are 68 years old and *motherfucking Bernadette Peters.* Eat the whole granola bar. Jesus.

I know the perfect guy to take care of demons :

Oh, please don’t let her be forcing her dog to be vegetarian.

To me the firing makes sense, but making it such a public spectacle is just dirty and wrong. There’s no reason to make this public to everyone.

Because if you’ve noticed, in every part of her blog post she and hubby are super people who treat the help just super with great pay, a 401k account and Healthcare and that slutty Latin Vixen is a stock villain from central casting.

God almighty, thank you. That was such an ignorant thing to say. Wronged or not, this woman sounds spoiled and insufferable.

Well, you nailed it. I don’t read blogs at all. Obviously not my thing, but even clicking on some mommy/parenting themed ones over the years, I find them full of judgmental comments, like one after the other, some started full on nasty arguments over something as ridiculous as baby names or if organic food was worth…

How little we expect of men when all they need to do to achieve LEGEND status is reject a (maybe?) proposition to cheat on their wives. Like, isn’t that just fulfilling the very basic premise of marriage to begin with?

Or, they’re dealing with cold bitch moms who are perceiving you as a threat to their families/marriages and so treat you like shit. (I didn’t understand this was why one mom was an asshole to me until a neighbor said she suspected that was the case. I wouldn’t bang her sad, whipped husband with a ten foot pole.)

“mommy bloggers” are the worst. Maybe I should start my “filled with anxiety, broke, single 30-something woman” blog.