As an unfuckable Old Woman of 46, I still get the demeaning “sugar”, “sweetheart”, or “honey” from men who are either pressuring me to do something they want or not doing what I want them to do. It’s not sexual, it’s somewhat of an automatic on their part and only gets pulled out if the conversation gets necessarily…

Totally off topic and off track, but I can tell that either (a) you have lived in California for quite some time or (b) are a native, because of this sentence:

“Her problem is, she still thinks like a rich white man.”

You mean Kelly looking like this?

Fuck, I’m in Virginia and you can get them as a god damn license plate.

I’m clueless and tone deaf as hell, apparently, because right now I’m still in shock that there are literal, actual armed Neo Nazis and KKK folks walking about the streets, bare-assed, and totally unashamed. I’m too scared about them to worry about how I’m coming across to other folks. This infighting and squabbling…

The HOA on my old road in Idaho consisted of 7 households. Somehow, our family was never invited to the HOA meetings where they made decisions on things like drilling a new well, which cost each household over $4,000. We were always informed after the fact. I remember once asking MisterDisco if they were holding…

I was just in California for a funeral back in May. Out here in DC, Teslas are rare enough to warrant a quick camera shot if you’re not moving. A Model X? Holy shit, a showstopper.

BTDT. Lived on this side of broke and now that side of some money. The pronouncements people make when they see our house (never mind we got a smokin’ deal on it) or my car (it’s not hella expensive) and you’d think we sold our souls to Satan.

When I moved to the DC area, I rented a big house in an upscale neighborhood because I have four kids and we could. Imagine the neighbors’ horror as I rattled my beat-to-shit-from-Idaho Dodge Ram down their streets, all dented and rusty and rumbling, while their pristine little Porsches and Lexii pulled away in…

And weather reports for this area show off and on rain starting on Saturday. Awesome.

I am going to the Keys in 10 days. I hope like hell I see a manatee. (And no, I won’t touch it)

Notice how despite she is having to repeat “Reclaiming my time” over and over, he still attempts to talk over her and bluster his way through. Unbelievable.

I’ve eaten at Trump Hotel in DC. Steven Mnuchin was there one time while we had lunch. Were they in some private back room or something, or did I miss where they were having dinner? (I honestly don’t know, if they were having a sooper sekrit dinner in the White House, then yeah it was leaked. If it was at BLT…

Could it be that you’re growing weary of the relentless normalization of crazy that our government has become?

Yes, of course, killing her was the only option he had, unlike divorce, counseling, separation, or walking the fuck away until he got control of himself.

I’ve told my daughters that there is something to be said for the fact that half the population can literally kill us with their bare hands.

Ever noticed how women are always being castigated for having too many feels and being emotional?

She committed the crime of being unfuckable. Which is apparently the worst sin any woman can commit.

I bought a leather MK hobo style bag several years ago on ebay because I liked the super thick, velvety leather. It was made incredibly well, and other than the piping on the straps starting to crack (eh, it happens), it was a solid bag. I immediately stowed away the giant gaudy medallion because no, no, and nope.