Ditto

I just don’t get how anyone can read that without vomiting a little.

Dear sweet mother of god, how is it possible to be this moronically clueless?

She is such a poster girl for “The Out of Touch Rich.” I can’t believe there are people here in this thread defending her and even painting her as a victim.

That she thinks that story makes her seem relatable really tells you everything you need to know about her and her whole stupid family.

I don’t like to use the word hate but I totally fucking hate that entire family.

And who do we think had to MAKE the lemonade? I’m betting it wasn’t the grifter princess...

Guilted? Imagine Daddy Dearest, looming in the background, and the steady realization of how replaceable you are if it gets back to him “somehow” that you won’t buy his entrepreneurial little twits’ garbage drinks? 

“As good fortune would have it, we had a bodyguard that summer,” she writes. They persuaded their bodyguard to buy lemonade, and then their driver, and then the maids, who “dug deep for their spare change.” The lesson, she says, is that the kids “made the best of a bad situation.”

I think that the problem is heroin. While it comes from Mexico on the westcoast (tar) it comes from the middle-east by way of South America most other places (#4).

“Almost 31" and “old” should not be in any way related to each other in a conversation. ;-)

I would not attend. This sounds like some tomfoolery. What could he have to tell the 100 Senators at the White House?

Apparently all 100 Senators have been invited to the White House to talk about North Korea because that’s completely normal and nothing at all like a reality show.

And when they get on, they leave your ass for a White girl.” 

When I was younger, my grandmother asked if I wanted to join the Daughters of the Confederacy. Hahahaha. That’s seriously the only response I had.

Let’s all of us observe Confederate Memorial Day! But in doing so, let’s truly remember it for what it was.

It well and truly sucked. I could only take small comfort in that my presence as a black woman sipping their punch and nibbling their nasty cookies was secretly upsetting to most (if not all) of them and would have surely enraged their predecessors.

“...from what I’ve read...”