Ladies and gents: I’ve been here at Jezebel for a loooooooong time now and I would like to welcome you all to Jezebel Wedding Bingo. Here are some of your squares

-City hall
-Simple dinner with friends
-Marriage is pointless and sexist
-Engagement rings are sexist
-Wedding dresses are sexist
-Choosing to take your husband’s…

Having suffered years of sexual abuse from my own father and being too afraid to tell anyone, the fact that this young woman had the strength to tell a trusted adult speaks VOLUMES about her. I wish I could hug her and tell her how brave she is.

Only your mouth?

You actually sound like a W-S customer.

For the cost of those lobster sliders, I'd expect someone from W-S to come to my house, assemble the sandwiches, feed them to me, and wipe my mouth when needed.

Behold hand-crafted teacups, and copper mugs filled with hot mulled wine,

They will sail into the West, they’re saga in this Age of the Earth having been fulfilled.

So my hot-take on this: this is the beginning of the end for Trump as a GOP nominee, he continues to slip in the polls, Carson over takes him. Whether Carson ultimately get the nomination is besides the point, the point is, Trump gets unseated in this race. HOWEVER, rather than give up, in true Trump fashion, he…

We tried that. His name was Richard Nixon and he illegally bombed several countries.

Oh man. I’ve been waiting all year for this, because I finally have a truly scary story to contribute. It is 100% true, and I still nearly break down in tears thinking about it.

So, I have spent the last two hours reading these stories, and have finally decided to add my own. I was hesitant to do so, but here it is:

I’ve posted this before, but what the hell:

I came across these stories last year and I found them hard to get through, I guess I’m a wuss, but last January something really weird happened to me and I’ve wanted to share it ever since.

A few bits of background are necessary for my story, so please forgive the long preface. I promise there’s not a “and I said to the cabbie, yo homes, smell ya later” at the end.

Okay, so this year I can participate since the main player who would be scandalized by airing the laundry has passed. As background, my mother had me in her late thirties and her mother in turn had her in her late thirties. My mother was the youngest of eight children and had brothers much older than she, which is how…

Not mine, but here’s an old family story that comes by way of my late Great-Grandmother, a hardy rural Yugoslavian woman if there ever was one.