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I love that whenever a woman on the Voice says “I’m going to give this classic song my own spin” all that means is “I’m going to sing all breathy like Colbie Caillat after she runs a 5k” and whenever a man says it, it means “you like Mumford and Sons Johnny Appleseed bullshit?”

I like “thank gourd”, which often flies under the radar (I’m also a vegetable gardening fanatic so it makes sense when people who know me hear it for what it is), or “good Godzilla!” which is just fun to say. I’ve tried to scrub god speech from my vocabulary because I know religious folks who find it offensive,

God is hard to replace in my vocab and I’ve tried to come up with ways to convey myelf without it. You come across as an idiot when you’re clearly replacing it in a statement. Goodness sounds goody two shoes, Dog you’re being a juvenile pseudo anarchist, Fuck doesn’t express it correctly, Spaghetti Monster is cute but

The sound of the baby’s heart eventually breaks the moment of silence and Zoey says, “Thank you, God,” which could be an instinctual reaction from her—she could still be questioning her beliefs.

As someone who was raised by a woman who was overworked as an adult and neglected and abused as a child, the seeing self-care as an indulgence thing really strikes a chord with me.

I’d have a hard time taking my kids to an actively war ravaged place like Syria. I see his point. As an adult she can go where she wants - her person, her decision, but he does have equal say in where the kids go, no?

We are all this napping seal pup. When you get the urge to “help” him, remember that time some jackass insisted on making you wait for him to run and open the door for you when you were perfectly fine on your own. Or insisted on giving you a hand with something you had balanced just so, and wound up knocking it over.

Exercising went mainstream. Didn’t jogging, aerobics, basketball (for in the suburbia and urban environments) and weightlifting all blow up as mainstream pastimes in the 70s?!

Disco. In all seriousness I think it was a combination of things. You didn’t have 24 hour fast food restaurants, fewer frozen food options, you had to leave your house more for various entertainment options, and I think the stress level is different.

Awww! Your username reminds me of these stickers...everyone had to have one for their guitar case.

YOU CAN PRY MY CHOKER OFF MY COLD DEAD BODY ERYKAH IT DOES GO WITH EVERYTHING.

As an Asian lady, I’ve had my share of having to keep a polite look on my face as people tell me racist jokes...but never have I had to endure 4 minutes of a racist song sung right to my face!

Brie right back...

I get so enraged; I just wrote an email to a tv station who did a short ‘on this day’ on Arthur Ashe. Ashe was a wonderful person and player, but the short doc claimed he was the first African American to win Wimbledon, the US, be number one in the world, and to be inducted into the International tennis hall of fame-

it reminds me a few years ago on project runway where the designers had to come up with outfits for regular sized women. this one designer made some hurtful remarks about his client that brought her to tears. the irony was that he was bigger than her. when he was finally eliminated, tim barely acknowledged him because

i like Swiddle. or Tiddles.

Because they give zero fucks. If they want to wash their hair, they do it. Sure kids are demanding but, I say this with love and as a mom, lots of moms enjoy the martyrdom of saying their kids run them ragged because it sounds more womanly or something.

Never date a guy who says you’re not like other girls—because what he’s saying is that he doesn’t like girls.