Your username is sadly on point.

A screengrab of Richard Hatch’s face the moment he was declared the winner was on the front page of three major Toronto dailies- no word of a lie. That’s how big the first season of Survivor was. Now it’s more “is that still on? Attractive people doing stunts in bikinis?”

Those people with their cooler and inviting their own casual guests: incredibly trashy.

Several people at my wedding didn’t bring gifts, and not only did I not care, but I can’t even remember who they were. Not saying this is good or bad, just that we were raised with different expectations.

I understand your point, but always have to wonder: how do people magically know how much you spent on hosting them?

He was watched 24/7 by friends (and the woman who became his wife) so that he wouldn’t relapse. And then he went on to become the highest-paid actor in Hollywood.

Talent aside, she’s proven to be such an extreme liability on set that rumour has it no production can get her insured anymore. That’s even if someone is willing to hire her. Sadness.

Is it really “ridiculous entitlement” to expect marriage to include sex?

So, what is then the status of children born in the marriage-that-wasn’t? Are they bastards in the eyes of the Church? Asking in all seriousness.

Eh?

Yep. I’d be both bankrupt and most likely dead without universal healthcare. Not happy to have cancer; really very damn happy to have it in Canada. I’m almost finished watching “Breaking Bad” and it has an extra poignancy...

I once received an invitation to a bridal shower that specified what sort of gift to bring (kitchen item) and also that it was potluck, so kindly bring party-appropriate food to share. Oh, and I already knew I wasn’t invited to the wedding.

Excellent takedown.

You’re right. Bars, yes. Wedding photos, hell no.

*jaw drop*

Some years ago I attended a wedding where it appeared the bride had done a casting call for bridesmaids: they were almost identically bronzed, busty, and be-feathered of hair (it was quite a few years ago). You just know that if a person like that had a friend who was overweight and refused to tan, she’d get the “I’m…

Cred with kids?

Those are Clarks sandals. I have two pairs, and am a little concerned they make me look about 15 years older than I actually am, just like Tilley hats do.

Sounds like the same gig as Elizabeth von TNT has for Vogue magazine- it’s the “I’m rich, pretty, aristrocratic, and you’re not” beat.

Another story, more recent: some years ago, my then-boyfriend ventured out in a blizzard to obtain some needful things for me. The drugstore clerk noted his purchase of a tampons and a bottle of Advil, and noted, “someone must be a bundle of joy today.”