Truly, why bother with scrambling down with the rabble to be most popular within the Turnip Toffs when you’re literally going to be King and Queen one day! Your eternal trump card is that you don’t have to act like they can even compete with you, because they can’t! Why give that up when being Literally Above everyone…

Presidential candidate Pete Buttigieg hates Chick-fil-A’s politics, but loves the chicken!

That one picture where I imagine Kate is silently gloating about her strong jawline vs. the Marchioness’ weak chin is my favorite.

lmao rich, landed gentry/peerage gossip is my favorite now that I’ve become acquainted with actual members of these groups—the drama all goes down exactly as you’d expect and it’s all full of ridiculous people behaving ridiculously. see: the fact that they call themselves the “Turnip Toffs”

I’m so sorry my love, and I relate. Last year my Mom ended up on life support with pneumonia for two and a half weeks. When she finally came around and had to have ‘the questions’ she also responded to the president question with UGH and when told she had to say it she said “I suppose it’s still fucking Trump unless…

As a matter of interest, which of them did they ‘not want’ the least?

You say that like it isn’t past tense of collapsing. Open secret now that whips on the Government benches are effectively useless.

The Barbara Bush story reminds me of a story about my mom.

“except God, who isn’t there and/or doesn’t care”

The Christian right loves to use public prayer as the loudest form of passive-aggression. Newsflash: everyone hears you loud and clear (except God, who isn’t there and/or doesn’t care).

As someone who shelled out a good amount of money for a ring my fiancee loves and now has been saddled with the bulk of the wedding costs, I support an end to the wedding-industrial complex

“Unless one party has an inherited vintage ring in a gorgeous Art Deco setting that will cost approximately $0 and some mother’s happy tears, what’s the use?” - This is exactly my case. It is actually my great grandmother’s ring from 1936. My husband asked my grandmother for it, because it was just sitting in her…

*checks calendar* Ok, it’s a little early for wedding stories, anyone have a good engagement ring story? And by “good”, it could also be “terrible”.

Well if you’re ever in DC, you need to go to Baked and Wired. They call them “cakecups” there because the cupcake is mostly cake with a thin layer of icing on top that is just the right amount. Now I’m making myself hungry thinking of the lemon raspberry one or any of the chocolate cupcakes. Also they have coffee and…

I loooove marzipan!

You like marzipan, I like fruitcake. We can both be outsiders.

My “cake” was a 5 tier pavlova full of whipped chantilly cream and covered with fresh berries and pomegranate seeds (I defy anyone to look at pomegranate seeds and not gasp at their jewel-like beauty.)

I like marzipan and in my life I’ve met literally one other person who does. No one’s coming at you. :)

Mayonnaise in cake sounds awful until you remember that it’s just oil and egg yolks beaten mercilessly until they agree to get along. Oil cakes are good, and extra egg yolks are a great addition to cake.

I am having a similar moment with cupcakes. All cupcakes are now sold with a preposterous tower of piped icing -- very Instagrammable, but I came for the cake, ma’am.