In case you missed the story last year, a child at a North Carolina school was bullied because he had a My Little Pony backpack. The school’s solution to this was to suggest that he leave his backpack at home. Seriously.
Over the past few years I’ve shared random thoughts and stories about my mom. I’ve chosen my favorites and thought it would be nice to gather them in one place for Mother’s Day.
It’s everywhere whether you notice it or not. It’s spreading like a bad rash. It’s become so common that the guilty might not even know just how many eye rolls they leave in their wake. Others are fully aware of it and simply don’t care. It’s ugly, it’s obnoxious, it’s entitled behavior.
I adore my husband. Obviously, I wouldn’t ave married him 3 years ago, almost 4, if I didn’t. We have our quirks. We find it healthy to threaten to kill each other at least once a week. It’s usually for some absurd reason and we both end up laughing about it.
Jezebel’s finest have written two scathing stories directed at wealthy white “assholes”. The first addressed fur vests and actually had some merit to it and was appropriately filed to RANT, which made the side trip into PETA territory somewhat tolerable. Things skidded off the track somewhere around a visit to Malibu…
I learned something new the other day. I’m “not from around here” (Boston), so I’m not aware of how shirt giving off of backs the people are. I’m also not charitable or generous. I certainly don’t have a sense of community because, you know, Boston is the only place that spirit exists apparently.