Correct! I always described her as The Feminist Who Hates Women (except Madonna).
Correct! I always described her as The Feminist Who Hates Women (except Madonna).
Seriously. She stepped on a lot of women’s toes on the way up the ladder, now she’s complaining about her own treatment. ’Cause she sure as hell doesn’t care about how other women are treated, only her.
Some people think of a pet as just another possession to do with as they please. You can never convince these people otherwise. Then there are the morons who think of neutering a male as “cruel” (when in reality it’s the non-neutering that’s cruel). Not much you can do about those either, unfortunately.
If it makes anyone feel better, I just cut through the mall on the way back from Trader Joe’s (it’s cold) and it looks like the local Williams Sonoma is closing.
I think it’s to look good while trying to convince the subway riders to pick up the latest copy of Watchtower that they’re shilling. Have they taken over in anyone else’s town since Prince died? ’Cause they are all over mine.
Aw. Poor sweet little snowflake.
“Just because it makes you feel uncomfortable doesn’t mean it has to change,” say the people who become APOPLECTIC if someone wishes them Happy Holidays.
Because it’s so much fun to piss off liberals!
I came here to say the same thing. The slightest bit of discomfort sends them into a whining tailspin. They are the snowflakiest of snowflakes.
Very much like my mother. Even to wash down medication. She was not a healthy woman. And never made the connection.
To answer your question, yes. As in yes, this is a really bad idea. Even if when you think about it you get super excited. Try to get excited about asking her out on a date again.
Sounds like your uncle is using your parents’ passivity to his advantage. Every time he leans into you, just use one or two little words: “Okay.” “That’s enough.” “Whoa.” “Too close.” (suggested earlier) “Not a hugger.” Once your parents (and aunt!) realize how often you have to dodge him, the problem may come into…
At my 10th reunion, just knowing that I lived in New York was enough to shut up anyone who had anything bad to say. No more questions after that!
I was in this exact situation in high school. She was my only friend for quite a while, so I had to put up with all of the put-downs-in-front-of-everyone just to have one friend. As I gained confidence and made more friends, I was able to see that she was not my friend at all. I eased her out of my life for good…
Here’s why he nails it: recognizing that it’s just the slightest bit of discomfort that sends these guys into a tizzy.
I’m glad he’s asking about it. It’s more than the media is doing. Though I’m not sure he’s ready for the answer (the aforementioned “non-existent.”)
I hate it. Just give me some real chocolate.
I wouldn’t be opposed to replacing HIM with a McDonald’s Nutella burger.
Says the giant babies who’ve been whining about Obama for EIGHT YEARS.
That’s what my gyno told me and it works. Hella uncomfortable, but it works.