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Ugh. Someone did this once in a social context (so he was only a "customer" in the broadest sense—I will explain), and I have rarely wanted to punch someone in the nuts more. I was in my husband's home country, which is not mine, and it was the day after our (harrowing, stressful) traditional marriage. I was being a

This is not a roommate story, but I feel compelled to share because of the Nazi thing. My mother was Jewish and my father is Slavic and Catholic. My grandmother's second husband was a Nazi officer who was in a POW camp after the war in the United States and was given the option of starting over as a U.S. citizen. His

I was unemployed when I got pregnant, and had no job to go back to, and have gotten some shaming from (American—I'm in Canada) friends and relatives for not somehow finding a job and working up to the last minute while pregnant, and then going back to said job (that I couldn't find) soon after my son was born. I've

I know that this is not the point of your (very funny) story, but I noticed McDonald's is much nicer in the non-U.S. countries, probably because they have to use real meat and fewer weird ingredients, whether because of stricter regulations or because people just refuse to eat fillers and weird ingredients. I'm not

Me too! I have a Narcissist/Sociopathic father, and that's probably where my fearful fixation on serial killers comes from, and my search history looks pretty disturbing as well.

You're not the only one! While I'm paranoid about leaving one-year-old Mini Shortcake alone (for realz—Mr. Chortcake and I haven't gone on a date yet just the two of us), though that's just a particular manifestation of my PPD that gets enabled by our lack of funds, I ALSO at the same time wish I could dress up in my

Thank you! :) Oh, I was lucky with regards to my baby; I found a good pediatrician within walking distance who just happened to be accepting new patients for a short time right before he was born, so I got him in. I guess if something could go right medical-wise, even if it was only one thing at first, I'm glad it was

It can also be quite hard to get a family doctor if you're new to the system for whatever reason (like if you've immigrated in the last half-decade). I'm actually on my fourth, because the first had a meltdown and quit shortly after I joined and was replaced by a nurse who refused to see me OR refer me anywhere during

Yes! As an almost-Canadian citizen from the U.S., despite the very real and horrible and disillusioning sh!t I went through via the health care system here (sh!t that—fingers crossed—may be over now that I've landed myself a real family doctor after four years), that is one part that is eternally glorious and that I

Oh!! <3 If I were living in the U.S., I would SO do this!! What a wonderful idea.

Haha! This is familiar to Mr. Chortcake, who is from Kazakhstan. People (when they're not going "BORAT! HAW HAW!" usually don't know where Kazakhstan is or that it's a real country (and sometimes refuse to believe it's real). He—say his name is Genghis, which it isn't—started sometimes telling people that he's from

I agree with you, but I think it's easy for me to do so, because a) I've mostly always been too poor to say yes to any of that stuff in the first place when most of my richer friends were getting married and many of them knew it so that put some distance between us, and b) I was born the black sheep of a black sheep

Holy sheeit....D: I had the worst medical experiences of my entire life here, but next to what you've undergone it's a walk in the park. I'm so sorry.

Cosigned about 10000%. It took me three years to find a family doctor that didn't do malpractice-suit-worthy things, I had terrible prenatal and postpartum care that was largely responsible for my PPD (and I'd started out my pregnancy pretty optimistic too), and they took nine months to check out my abdominal mass

@)(#$*@#(#$ Sorry, this just reminds me of the first six months postpartum when I had badly healed third-degree tear stitches and then vaginismus (though I didn't know what it was). My (Canadian) family doctor and OB both messed up my referral to a gynecologist in various ways, so I didn't end up seeing one until I

Mine went on strike" too! A couple of times when I was a kid she refused to buy food when there wasn't any because "I don't appreciate her," but this one "strike" was so passive-aggressive and silly I can't help but share it. She sat at the kitchen table pouting and refusing to talk for a few hours, sniffing and

YES. Mr. Chortcake thinks that because he cleans fast and efficiently, he's a better cleaner. I'm home all day with an active, almost-toddler baby, and shit piles up (mostly not literally). I'm completely exhausted and sitting down right now for a rare break while he plays with some empty plastic bottles. Mr.

This is my favorite comment in the history of, like, ever. I'm of Belarusian ancestry on my dad's side but have only met a few Belarusians in my entire life so far. A lot of what I know of the culture is Americanized through several generations, or else theoretical and academic because I researched it in graduate

I know this is an old thread, but you didn't by any chance go to Bryn Mawr, didya? I'm a little too old to be affected in the same way by my richer peers on Facebook (I'm 35), since it wasn't around when I graduated, but this sounds so, so, so familiar in general.

Yes! Also, as someone who combo fed (wanted to EBF originally, bought the woo, but had physical issues) and is now formula feeding, I can definitely say that formula is quite adequate nutrition-wise and is JUST as good for bonding as breastfeeding. In fact, my husband and son are quite closely bonded to each other