Yes. There is a lazy linguistic tendency in all of us. I will refer to any number of strangers as “homie,” “bro,” or “son,” but I will think long enough about my relationship with the recipient of these names if they’re black to determine if we know each other well enough to toss that shit out casually.

Preemptive statement- yes. Beauty pageants are antiquated meat markets.

Look, before I read any further... Your MOM’S crush?

Have you ever seen “Dogma?”

I just finished watching the Phil Spector movie last night. That was pretty much his defense too.

Nancy, what the fuck are you talking about please?

For sure. He (at least publicly) mellowed during his marriage, but his bs behavior pre-Vanessa went hand-in-hand with his drinking and god knows what else that has obviously resurfaced.

I learned a lot about myself the day a guy held me down and said “I can do whatever I want to you,” and I made excuses for his behavior.

She’s (if i’m remembering high school trivia correctly) like a year-year and a half older than me. So 35-ish.

WHAT.

Also, “emphasize” not “emphasis.”

I’ve lost count of the number of times i’ve posted this link as relevant catharsis. I wish it were less.

That was so perfect that all I have to add are snaps.

Hot sauce in the purse. This speaks to me. #texas

Every time i’ve ever been fitted for rental ski boots, the conversation goes the same.

I also have calves that make boots impossible, but I finally found some. I wear them CONSTANTLY.

Do you sincerely need #notallmen explained to you?

Men who come up and touch me in bars get their hands forcibly removed from my person at the very least... Frequently while having their fingers bent back.

Not a neg, but that reminds me of the tinder dude who said to me “oh, you’re a bartender? I’ve found it irritating trying to schedule dates with you people.”

Excellent simile.