I had a couple bridesmaids dresses that weren't bad, they just didn't suit me. So I donated them to a local charity that gives dresses to disadvantaged teens for prom. Hopefully some other girls felt really beautiful in them (I did not).
I am also an only girl with three brothers, and though we fought from time to time, there was never anything on this level. There were a few memorable times when one of my brothers would witness some crazy sibling rivalry at a friend's house, and come home to tell my parents how lucky they were. But that's about as…
I started shaving when my darker-haired friend got teased for her leg hair. Mine was light enough that you couldn't really tell, and it wasn't something I'd ever thought of. But you'd better believe I asked my Mom about it right away when I realized that it was one of those Things You Should Do. I'm much more…
I hit play and . . . THAT POUTY FACE SHE'S MAKING. She is adorable.
I stopped reading the first book when Blonde Princess married the King of the Savage Brown People (because it was just so damn White Man's Burden, and also I was already maxxed out on my tolerance for rapiness), but yes, this is so me.
Given the fact that POC are disproportionately jailed in this country, I wouldn't be surprised if race played into it as well. So not only is there a desire to have fewer children with repeat offender mothers, but also a desire to have fewer brown babies, period. Perhaps limbslimbs is white, and therefore "should"…
Yeah, Elvis was on my mind too.
At my cousin's wedding, I met my other cousin's new wife. Both are NYC hipsters (insufferable), and she has that haircut. I definitely put some thought into how on earth you grow that back. Maybe part it on the other side and wear a side ponytail every day until it gets long enough for a pixie? Because I think it…
The only time I remember that happening was when I was in 7th grade, and my science teacher turned on the radio so we could hear the O. J. Simpson verdict.
Street harassment while with your parents is indeed particularly icky-feeling. I'll never forget going to the Indy 500 with my whole family when I was 15. There I was, walking along with my Mom, Dad, and 3 little brothers, and some drunk guys are yelling at me to show them my breasts. Sure, I'll just ask my parents…
Yeah, I get what you mean. I just hope that they're still at the point where it's fun (it certainly looks like it is!) and that they still get to do other things, not just dance 24/7.
I have the same thought regarding dresses that succeed at what they're trying to do. Mama June's dress? Ugly as homemade sin and I wouldn't be caught dead in it, but it does what it's supposed to do, so I don't really think it counts. The ones that are supposed to be all "princess for a day" and just look tacky as…
That Oompa-dog! It is a true masterpiece.
I generally order the medium, and nobody has ever even looked at me funny. I live in Indiana, for what that's worth.