Now that I think about it, I played with dollhouses long after I left normal dolls behind. The dollhouse/Lego people were the victims of my melodramatic stories. :) I had one of these from when my mom was a kid:

I think by then I was more into reading books than playing with toys by age 10-11. I checked out 25 books a week from the library (that was the weekly limit the library set) and I read them ALL.

My 9 year old sister wanted one, but we talked her into a knock-off. If she was 6 and wanted one, sure, but at 9, she’s about to outgrow dolls anyway. (I outgrew them about that time, at least.)

No, it’s everyone I think... It’s the worst.

It looks like they have one American Indian, one black, one Latina, 1 Jewish (not considered white until, what the 1970s?), and four white (three of which are blonde).

OMG yes — I was like, what the hell happened in the hour since I last went on here??

No... wasn’t that the one where she almost drowned after falling off the ferry dock?

I saw a few black Africans, as well, particularly at the beginning.

I saw them too. There are a couple black people on the “set.”

I strongly feel like caffeine is just not something you want to fuck around with...

You know, some mornings on my commute, I could swear the Starbucks baristas gave me decaf instead of regular. That’s like, the worst thing you could possibly do, ever.

Honestly, those all-inclusive venues are the way to go! You save so much money and a giant headache. I know they aren’t the popular thing right now, but there’s a lot of nice places out there.

You can get lovely dresses for under 1500. Maggie Sottero makes great dresses for about that price point. There’s also Alfred Angelo, too, if the idea of David’s makes you shudder.

Wait WHAT??? He did it while ON THE FUCKING DATE????

I DID read the book, and Fink fully explained that the hospital was renamed Memorial, but everyone still called it Baptist. I don’t really understand why locals would do this, because obviously it screwed things up royally, and it’s not really any of the emergency rescue personnel’s fault.

Um, YES. Alleged non-consensual euthanasia (so... alleged murder...) is one of the MANY horrors that happened during Katrina. It would be pretty darn ridiculous to write a book about every single horrible thing that happened during Katrina.

OMG are you me? Cuz a guy that looks like this did that to me too... only it was 8 AM on a Sunday morning. We were supposed to go the fair that afternoon, and it was his turn to buy me dinner. Bastard.

Fink exposed a horror that probably (pretty damn sure) happened. That’s what journalists do. They find out what happened and they write about it.

I didn’t fly for the first time until 2004, well into the current “cram ‘em in like sardines” era. I’ve always dressed up to fly, though... usually a nice knit dress, nylons, and flats. I’ve always gotten better service when dressed nicely. Most times I get rerouted to the TSA line where you don’t have to take off…

I would monitor my kid’s internet usage, just to make sure they weren’t going to prostitute themselves or meet up with creepy old men. I have friends that did this in high school, and I keep thinking, “What the fuck were their parents doing??” Mine, on the other hand, wouldn’t let me use the computer unless they were…