Kind of reminds of when I went on a cruise that visited Belize. We went on a tour when that was our day in port, and saw how insanely poor Belize was. People had houses with three walls and a roof, made of cardboard, milk crates and pop cans. One thing the poor people in Belize did take pride in, though, was their…
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What kind of life experiences does a woman have to have in order to turn into the kind of person who says "oh yea, every one of those women are just making it all up"?
. . . there's only one type of valentine that's okay to hand to your special chum this year . . .
Comic Sans for maximum romance.
"Hey, my eyes are up here. Just kidding. Please look at my tits."
Gosh, what is the point of that? That life looks miserable
Why do women in their 40s insist on such outrageous claims about their age. I might believe she's 42 but 26?! Girl, please. Also, if I closed my eyes and dreamt up the most hideous boyfriend in my imagination I could not have come up with that nightmare.
It takes a lot of work to pee in that many bottles, damnit.
Harder because they have to stop and do push ups and chest bumps every couple minutes to make sure their still manly and tough.
It actually bothers me that I am not bothered by the retribution. Because I know its wrong. It is always wrong. I will not condone what this girl did. But I am not outraged by it either. And that is not a good thing. I have been so jaded by the countless acts of sexual violence towards women and the lack of justice…
I just can't believe both the flippant (and somewhat [though I'm sure unintentional] non-sequitur-ial tone of this article [pretty sure South Africa has a set of social traumas outside the Bushes and Jenny McCarthy) and the already long stack of comments condoning physical violence and vigilante justice in this…
or you could say "fuck it!" and be happy. I took this while in Cuba.
I posted about this down thread, but I've read that smiling is actually an important part of the feedback loop with your brain that allows you to experience joy.
I wonder what might be the mental/emotional impact of purposely not smiling.
Yeah, I was such a naughty girl at the age of fifteen when I fell asleep at a friend's party and woke up to an acquaintance raping and sodomizing me sans condom. No alcohol in my system or anything, but I was just naughty, and that was totally my fault. I should have only been around other teenage girls.