megamechameg
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I really don’t want to think about trumps taste in music.

My brain keeps asking that. Like what if we are wrong and they are right? I think it is a desperate reflex trying to have the world make sense.

Throwing up every hour on the hour with a bonus round for when I tried to drink a glass of milk.

And it’s AMAZING

Confession: I took years of piano lessons. I tried to play a song for a child. He told me to stop, banged his hands on the keys, then looked at me and said “I’m waaaay better than you!” Adult brain said that douchery is natural in a child but inner brain wanted to drop kick his smug face.

From your lips to the collective consciousness. I refuse to procreate if it means having to go along with this insane parenting culture.

Omg, I have completely been there! I used to nanny this aggressively high needs kid who at three would literally break holes in the drywall with his toys if you left him alone at nap time. His parents refused to let me remove the toys from the room, and they raised Cain if the kid didn’t nap so I would have to lie

I own three pairs of crocs. My husband hasn’t noticed.

I mean, we still care when other people do it, right? So we can feel superior on social media? It’s all about those baby steps.

So many of my stereotypes are being assaulted right now I am just not sure how to feel.

Hey, be fair, there was a light white girl wave there. Like when it's super humid.

Always in my heart.

But you know? At least they were all equally fucked up? That's something right?

I understand that those weavings are trendy right now.

I just have to visit my SIL unfortunately...

As a weaver, and spinner these types give me fucking hives. No interest in developing their skill or craft, just some romantic fantasy of themselves cosplaying as their imaginary foremothers while half assing two yards of fucked up gnarly thread on a $180 drop spindle that will never be used again.

I just involuntarily crossed my legs.

How the hell do you make non veggie broth without bones? My recipie for broth is literally boil the shit out of some bones, add salt and garlic to taste.

I support this woman's choices.

But never forget: it is still mandatory and you are a terrible mother if you switch to formula. Or are seen nursing in public. Or really if you are seen to have a living breathing human child that exists in the earth space.