This is a very important issue. I’ve felt like this for years now.

Not a high-fashion thing, but I feel like clothing from many major retailers right now is (similar to current walk style) pretty boring. I’m having a tough time finding anything I am excited about wearing. I walked into Top Shop and turned right around to head back out because none of it was for me.

If I even thought about making a joke about smoking a joint in my Grandmom’s car, she’d kick my ass.

I just saw her here in Chicago and she is amazing live.... like I didn’t expect it? I kind of did but didn’t?

Good gravy people when are you going to stop looking for “magic weight loss” solutions. The only way to do it is to change your eating habits and exercise. The majority of weight loss is going to come from your eating habits, loss from exercise is going to level off at a certain point.

Don’t forget coconut oil!

I was going to post that she sells some snake oil shit, but I didn’t want to be too negative. Cute kids though!

What a sweet boy!

I read your statement as: “I never liked kids. I had my own kids and I liked some of them, but not all.”

Thanks?

This is Taylor’s fault for coming out with a shitty single.

Doubtful.. It’s forever mostly associated with a Canadian white boy who doesn’t even know the lyrics.

... I still haven’t listened to Despacito in its entirety. At this point I think I’m just keeping the streak going as a point of pride. Like I did with “Wrecking Ball” when it was all over everything.

I loved that episode! I blasted “I love it” by Icona Pop for days until my daughter pointed out that was the theme song for JWoww and Snookie’s new show. She was about 10, so I don’t know how she knew that. My stellar parenting, I’m sure.

This reminds me of that episode of Girls where Hannah and Elijah do a bunch of cocaine and go out dancing.

Honestly this series is one of my favorite hate reads. The stepdaughter always comes across smarter and more mature than the stepmom who is trying just a little too hard to be Cool Stepmom.

This is:

Yeah, my boyfriend (who's been a parent for more than a decade) was like, "I don't know if you're qualified to write a parenting book until you've proven that you've raised not-a-murderer."

luck is a huge part of it. I did a lot of things I shouldn't have done while pregnant (sushi, Prozac, coffee, 2 courses of antibiotics, and so on and so forth) and yet my kiddo came out perfect and lovely and she's healthy and smart and wickedly funny (so grateful). Not to mention that her momma is a fatty and she's…