There once was a lass from Gdansk,

Isn’t putting each other first and taking care of yourself first opposite things?

Yep, that’s pretty much exactly what I’m saying.

I don't want you to take this the wrong way but when ex-Mormons think your beliefs are crazy, then you've got a real problem. I mean, you've read the Book of Mormon and you think the Pentacostals are insane.

You can’t trick me Xenu!!

As an ex-mormon who did the whole missionary thing, I know I don’t have any right to say this considering the bullshit that I believed

but speaking from experience

Pentecostals are fucking insane

Attention humans: your children are not possessed. Help is out there and it comes in the form of parenting classes and mental health resources, not starvation and exorcisms.

I went to a Pentecostal church with a friend because she kept bugging me to go. The first service was quiet and nice, obviously their “bring a convert” day. I was able to meditate, and they had free pizza at the end. Second service was full of people speaking gibberish and looking like they were having seizures, while…

So women who miscarry are being charged with murder, and this shit gets charged with “injury to a child...by omission?” after literally starving a living, breathing little boy to death? I hate this fucking country.

The thing is I would be tickled to have a Camp Beaverly Hills t-shirt now, because that is hilarious.

I still struggle with it. I find myself making sure my kids have the ‘right’ items.

Ah yes. I had this feeling constantly. We were decidedly not poor, but my father, who had grown up very poor (shoes with holes, etc. etc.) was convinced we were. Therefore, my parents did not spend money on expensive clothes. My mom shopped for us at Mervyn's and J.C. Penny, not Kmart, but still not comparable to…

Yes, I wanted to make this point in another post but failed because I don’t have a grasp on my own native language right now. The rich people I know tried to look poor. I wonder if it’s like the names study in Freakonomics - e.g. some rich people name their kids Bella because it’s unique, then the name trickles down…

I remember getting that feeling in the 6th grade. We weren’t poor, but fashion was not something my parents prioritized, so it was all hand-me-downs from my aunts until I was about 16. Luckily, my high school had a dress code even though it was public, so I never got hangups about being unfashionable. I think all high…

I would get hand-me-downs from one of my mom’s church friends. Her daughter was a grade ahead of me in the same school and one of the popular chicks. So not only was I always a day late and a dollar short, but I was wearing the actual cast-offs of one the kids who decided who was cool and who wasn’t. Clearly, I wasn’t.

I have a fur vest on all the time. It’s all natural and locally sourced.

I never even had the cool things. That is, unless my older cousin had already outgrown it, then I might have had it. But always slightly too late.

This starts so early. I was always the kid with the less-cool version of whatever the must-have thing was. (Purely for reasons of being poor and it being even slightly cheaper and my mom trying to do her best.) And honestly, it’s taken me a long time to live down that feeling.

I work in an 100% lady environment and it’s very strange in terms of appearances.