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You have this whole story backward and have the wrong new rule. Arizona is actually the party wanting to change the venue because the proposed n-word rule would violate their religious right to be racist dickholes, a tenet upon which the state was founded.

I can't imagine the look on her face when she learned that her little girl was "playing Shoah."

broken dreams, broken buttholes.

1) I think the "some call them mothers" thing was a dig at pro-choice insistence that being pregnant doesn't make you a mother because it's not "a child."

2) Is this not the MOST METAL way to refer to pregnancy, ever? Seriously, THE HOST. "I'm vomiting this morning because my host body is rejecting the DNA of the

That's weird. I gave birth to a baby recently and not once during my pregnancy did I have a child in my uterus.

The opposing team would get to decide. Because these rocks were moving (in play) they could be placed back to their original position or placed where they think they might have ended up.

anybody understand curling enough to know what happens when you eat it and knock stones around with your body?

All our barbies were second hand, from one of my moms friends. They had a fab early 60's wardrobe. Our ken only had one arm, so we decided he was a Vietnam vet. He didn't have any clothes. So we made him a few sarongs and ponchos...didn't stay dressed long, our ken, it always ended in an orgy. Looking back he got a

I also learned about the Holocaust too early, but never got Barbies involved. We, instead, rigged up elaborate games involving M&Ms and paper plate gas chambers/ovens... All the brown and tan M&Ms were Nazis, and the rest were various persecuted peoples (we were big on diversity.) I'm pretty certain that we normally

I find those two stories to be utterly charming. You are a person of empathy and imagination. <3

Too many highlights in your post to mention. Weird how kids process things the best way they can, and how that might seem ... a bit disturbing.

I amputated my Barbies and beheaded them, but not for your good reasons. So I'm probably guilty of more psychotic childhood behavior than you. My best friend and I used to hit each other and call each other names at the other's house and make each other cry. Kids are twisted little monsters.

Despite all this fairly psychotic early childhood behavior, I think I've turned out okay

I can't imagine the look on her face when she learned that her little girl was "playing Shoah."

My Peaches 'n Cream Barbie GOT AROUND. And I didn't have any Ken dolls.

I remember pouring glue and water into all the plastic pots and pans so my Barbies would have "real" food to eat. Barbie, you're so skinny, HERE, HAVE SOME SOUP!

Oh my god! I also found out about the Holocaust when I was too young to fully understand/process it. So, when I played, my Barbie was a camp guard! I thought she was very Aryan looking and I had this military style coat for her. My Lego people and Star Wars action figures were concentration camp prisoners. I

The left-leg thing is absolutely adorable. I can imagine it would seem rather...er....strange to other people, but I can imagine your dad found it endearing and lovely.

The amputee Ken doll thing is really cute, actually.

Looks like she might be changing her name to Gracie Silver! I mean, if she meets a nice Jewish boy in college and if they fall in love and eventually get married and if she's into changing her name, which is totally up to her, I mean, I understand her wanting to keep her own identity if that's her thing, but it's