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if i was this young, this rich and this hot, i would party precisely the way she does. (but no thanks chris brown)

For fuck's sake. I get that attorneys are obligated to give their clients the best defense they can, but shouldn't public institutions have a responsibility not to propagate this bullshit in their own defense?

I was hoping that this was a post announcing that she's playing Harley Quinn in the next Batman/Superman movie. Alas.

I would send it to his mother wrapped with a note just stating that you found this in your possession and wanted it returned. Nothing else. No contact info from you.

Mailing it to his mom seems like the best plan. Maybe stick a short note explaining that you feel you should return the item before he moves away, and leave it at that. Hopefully he won't see that as any kind of invitation!

Totally agree. I was forced to move home post-college, and while my mom's only rule was "just let me know if you'll be home for dinner," my dad would give me (and my early 20s adult sister also living at home) the third degree whenever we left the house, received a phone call on the landline, opened a piece of mail

Oooh, I'm three for three! Educated woman, married, entrepreneur. Although, if I didn't have a spouse, I don't know how I would've managed starting my own business. Mr. Whoa has been an angel in terms of covering the rent and health insurance while I built a business that has just started being profitable (yay!).

Another millennial article. We get it. You guys love your parents' couch. Can we talk about something else now?

Pure conjecture but, because we are socialized to be more, well, social and do teamwork and shit, I am betting that 20something women are more likely to live with a bunch of friends/acquaintances to subsidize living costs.

My friends let the kids eat what they feel like, put the leftovers in the fridge when the kids has eaten what they want, and eat the leftovers for lunch themselves the next day. That way the kid stops eating when they are full, but the food doesn't get wasted. The kids are just getting old enough to realize that mom

30 is not too old to go to college. I never said that. What I SAID was that being 30 and LIVING WITH YOUR PARENTS while going to college makes you a loser/sadsack. I'm not saying you can't do it, but you're possibly going to be judged for it as not an independent person worth starting a long-term relationship with.

That is so funny! I have to tell my friend that. He's 46 and still lives in his parent's basement. They're white but they went to Japan when he was a kid until after he graduated high school. He cannot get a date/boyfriend/relationship to save his life and he complains about it all the time. When I say that it's

I think you know that we're talking about ADULTS who should be out in the world and supporting themselves and not students going to school. And if you're still living with your parents while going to school at 30 then yes, you are a loser and you need to accept that some people will not want to date you because you

My mom tried this once with me with Swedish meatballs. I had tried them, and they were gross. I kept saying, "I wouldn't try to make you eat something YOU didn't like," offered to make myself a sandwich, go to bed without, etc. (I was maybe eight.) I sat there until morning, when my Dad came downstairs for work. He

It's amazing how easily that Grandma Amnesia kicks in. I have serious issues with my mother that go beyond the clean plate debate, but the one time she ate dinner with my daughter and I and saw my daughter refuse cow's milk (she's more of an almond / hemp girl), she was all "Oh, that's okay. Just because your mommy

I'm convinced that at least part of this comes from being raised by people who were raised by depression-era parents. My grandparents are champions at never wasting anything, and food is one of those things.

My mom would make us sit there for hours, in the dark sometimes until we ate everything. Sometimes if we refused we'd get spanked. To this day cannot eat certain things my mom would often cook, like spaghetti, because it just reminds me of sitting in a darkened dining room, crying and staring at some gigantic plate of

Victim. I often sat alone, long after everyone else had finished, staring at the cold, gross, food on my plate. And later I graduated to hiding food or throwing it away OR BEHIND FURNITURE to get my family off my back. This was as early as kindergarten. I never developed anorexia or bulimia, but I have a very weird

This is deplorably immature. +1

Dave is lucky. The school board detectives completely missed his team's most sinister mantra: