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A daily loyalty oath seems verrry North Korea-ish to me.

Yikes. :( I’m sorry.

My mom always wrote a note for teachers saying she didn’t want my brother and I to recite the pledge of allegiance. I think it was good to really think about loyalty oaths at an early age. I dislike any sort of blind loyalty. Having to explain myself, a lot, to other kids probably toughened me up a bit and was good…

No shit. Teaching our kids to mindlessly pledge allegience? That’s some creepiness.

That happened to me with raw carrots! But instead of hives, my mouth, throat, and ears get all itchy. Used to love raw carrots.

My family has a history of mental illness - I for one have severe, treatment-resistant clinical depression and possible borderline personality disorder. With that genetic mix (and knowing just how bad depression can be), there’s no way anyone is forcing me to bring a child into the world, even if I have to coat-hanger…

Yes, this is the part that I think really takes the cake (as if the rest of this shit cream monstrosity wasn’t bad enough). I had a fetus diagnosed with an incurable heart defect at 20 weeks. On the worst day of your life imagine being given three choices:

My husband and I have the same criteria for adoption (if we ever do it). I think I’d be ok with handling mild mental issues, but he can’t. And that’s fine. Better to have a child we know we can both be ok with than one who’s at risk of being resented or not cared for by no fault of their own.

I don’t think you sound cold, or harsh about potentially having to make a very difficult decision. On the contrary, you sound compassionate. I’m glad that you didn’t have to make that difficult decision and that you have a wonderful dauther!

I understand why the photo thing wierds people out somewhat and I never understood taking pics of a stillborn until my mom had a stillborn when I was 17. This baby was born on my actual birthday day as I was turning 17 - in the same hospital no less.

A gp I went to when mine was closed was flabbergasted that I knew/ understood that he couldn’t treat my virus infection with antibiotics. When he asked how I knew that I just answered a flustered “I learned it at school in 9th/10th grade”.

I bet her therapist hates her, too.

That is awesome and hilarious. In what town did this happen? Where is this mythical gaydarless place?

Okay, you win best prom. No contest.

This whole story is waiting to be an awesome little coming-of-age indy movie. (I say that with zero snark!)

I could rant on and on about it, really, so feel free to elaborate! I think it’s spot on. They aren’t inherently evil, they’re just intellectually and emotionally lazy and downright lucky human beings. Right place, right time, benign enough existance to coast through life. I envision that all of these women are good…

yes! especially if you couple all of that with the multiple times she’s claimed to be very prude in private, i.e. just makes out with people (which seemed earnest when she said it), I don’t know, I feel like she’s overcompensating for something possibly traumatic. Also the way she really really tried to…

Holy shit that’s amazing.

The difference between you and Marcia Clark is that no one knows who you are. I’m sure there would be stories about you if you prosecuted someone in a high profile murder case.