Right? But I don’t know why anybody would want to. It’s a miserable road to drive, I can’t imagine biking it. Hot, no shade, steep, ugly scenery for most of the biking part. And there’s sharks in the ocean part, so there’s that, too.

There is a McD’s in my town that is close to a methadone clinic and subsidized housing, and there are also a lot of homeless in that area. I live off the grid, so go there for all you can drink coffee for a buck, clean restrooms, and free wifi that extends to a few parking stalls in front.

I’ve been wondering about this also, ever since the Diane Sawyer interview. Perhaps it’s like having multiple personalities: each refers to another person as if they were different people. So it could be that he feels like when he transitions, he will become “her”, with a new name, identity, etc.

That, and the improper use of a comma (life, in general). It’s scary that someone this illiterate could have become Vice President. Oh and not sure if this is more embarrassing for her or me, but she dropped out of the uni where I teach (University of Hawaii at Hilo).

Do people still wear hose? I live in the tropics where they aren't worn, ever.

As a woman (actually you'd probably consider me an old lady), I was aghast watching that replay. The way he threw his right arm into her was IMO close to assault. It's not like the ball was there and he got there before her. She was reaching down for it, and he clearly used his body to push her out of the way. Ball or…

I saw my grandmother’s birth certificate, and both her parents had the same unusual last name.Her parents were first cousins, and she was one of the craziest people I’ve ever met. My mother - crazy also, I’m a little less so, so the gene pool enlargement seems to be helping. Still, I like to use my grandmother’s…

Add to that possible elevated triglycerides. There appears to be a link between intraabdominal fat and elevated triglyceride levels. So, if you're getting a beer belly, get your lipids checked, and if they're elevated, take the meds you are prescribed.

Trying again to post a pic of the worst mother in the world, Shirley Peck:

Ooh let’s out them: here’s a picture of my narcissistic awful mother, Shirley Peck:

Thanks for this. I’ve had people say that to me countless times “but she’s your MOTHER, of course she loves you”. No, in fact she doesn’t. It’s so so hard to know my mother doesn’t love me, and then on top of that feel like I’m wrong for knowing in my heart that she doesn’t give a shit about me.

Beautiful. I need to paint that sentence on my ceiling to wake up to every day. Thanks.

That's horrible. But I'm confused. I wish my mother a painful long-lasting death. Why do you feel bad?

Me either. My wonderful dad died ten years ago, while my awful mother will probably outlive me. I tell people the wrong parent died, and they think I'm crazy.

You're fine. This conversation is for those of us who had mothers that were so horribly awful that they can't see themselves in this article. It's kind of like that saying about how crazy people don't know they're crazy: truly abusive/awful moms don't know they're abusive/awful. Kudos to you for being the best mom you…

Wow this is a popular post. I thought I was the only one with a mother so toxic I've tried to kill myself numerous times. OK, back to reading all these sad stories.

What about people who wash their dishes before putting them in the dishwasher? Instructions for them say just to scrape the dishes.

Wait, what? Can you translate that?

Well this answers the question of whether or not she birthed a baby. Nope, she didn't.

Thanks. I have Aspergers and usually don’t “get” written sarcasm. In person I can usually tell though. I guess I need to heed my hackles and know that means sarcasm.