Right? She’s a damn genius. And, she’s still dancing! Love it!

What must he see when he looks in the mirror?

Oh dear, I am so sorry to hear that. I hope in future you can reconcile with your friend.

Awwww, thank you! It was ... an experience. I don’t talk about it much with my parents, I think they are embarrassed.

My family sold Amway. I went to Amway summer camp. I wish I was joking.

I felt I needed to take a shower after reading about these folk. Hella disturbing is an understatement!

Oh gosh yes, I read the entire series (so WTF— and I am a pretty live and let live person). These people in the upper levels of this group are awful people.

OOooooh, NXIVM/DOS/JNESS! I fell into a worm hole a few months ago reading all I could about these people (after reading a blind item about a certain celebrity, Alison Mack (who she is, I have no idea) who allegedly recruits women for this group).... these folks are wack!

I am a horrid person, so am comfortable in saying that my biggest moment of joy surrounding this shit show will be watching JerVankas’ kiddos cry as their parents are led away in cuffs. Maybe they can move in with MeeMaw Ivana...

Shudder!

Exactly!

She takes after the rest of her family, stupid, vapid and dangerously in thrall with autocrats.....

No - he did not grow up in any African country, nor did he grow up in India. He grew up in Cardiff, Wales (UK), a child of Norwegian immigrants. He went to school entirely in the UK.

Tough shit, Ms. Delgado. Time to start pulling on those bootstraps, lady.

Niiiiiiiice!

I love Cornelius — his song Music is one of my favorites.

She and Exene Cervenka did a wonderful book of poetry together —- Adulterers Anonymous.

Can attest... mentioned in thread above about my Mother’s mantillas. My mom is a German/Russian Lutheran who married a Mexican Catholic man, and while she did not convert (my father converted-- gasp!), she had a variety of mantillas for any mass going. My great grandmother, a tiny little Michoacan abuelita, dressed in…

My <Lutheran> mother wore a mantilla to mass whenever she went with my father’s family, as did every other woman in our family when going to mass; I believe that finally died out in the mid-1980's... I have hers, and my grandmother’s mantillas, and am hoping that I can sometime get an audience with the Pope as,…

Reminds me of slathering clown white makeup, rice powder and blasting Coil and Christian Death. They called us deathrockers then. Good times.