Yup. Being the former Mrs. Stark would work out nicely too.
Yup. Being the former Mrs. Stark would work out nicely too.
Yeah, but let's be real - pre-nup or no, that divorce settlement is going to come with a serious chunk of hush money, and perhaps some Wayne Industries stock.
I mean, really, maybe we're looking at this all wrong. Perhaps we should be sending our significant others to the diamond mines in Africa, or the jade mines in Burma, to labor for our anniversary bands. I mean, if they really loved us, they wouldn't let a little thing like appalling human rights violations stop them…
My back-up husband and I have an agreement that I am allowed to see other cats, other bottles of wine, and other TV shows, as long as I'm discrete about it. It's an open relationship, you might say.
Fuck, can you imagine having to tell this guy that you don't wear yellow metal?
Ooh, story time! So, I can confirm that Backup Husbands are a Thing, because after my husband and his first wife divorced, she (first wife) went and married an old high school boyfriend who'd always had a thing for her.
Oh, hai, you married my ex-husband too?
Agreed. Also, you never hear of anyone "running off" with a man anymore. Why did we stop doing this? Is it something we can revive, like knitting and canning things?
Oh, it's a vicious cycle, and I do feel sorry for the kids, because they don't know any better, and aren't being taught any better.
It makes me happier than it really should when shitty parents complain about having to live with the results of their shitty parenting.
All of these things. And I'd like add, shitty layouts and writing that thinks readers are dumb.
Ain't nothing wrong with a Good Housekeeping subscription from Nana.
Honestly, it would be nice to have a fitness magazine that was visually appealing and written and edited by people who thought that maybe magazine readers like to... Read.
Whoever wrote this is far closer, emotionally, to their teenage years than they should be, and should under no circumstances be dispensing advice to anyone.
*blush*
If "bootstraps" fucked a yogurt commercial, the bastard offspring would be "Love yourself more."
Goddammit, how hard is it to say "Upon reflection, it appears I am an ignorant fuckwit. I am very sorry."
I like how the end of the video captured the raw, animal sexuality inherent in semi-sheer pantyhose. Job interviews and funerals, amirite?