teenyshelton
teenyshelton
teenyshelton

When this first came out I thought, hmm he might be guilty. With everything he does I’m more and more sure of his guilt.

This seems like rich privlidged “every woman owes me sex” behavior. Andrew is a spoiled entitled piece of shit who doesn’t believe the rules apply to him.

American tabloids at least don’t pretend to be real news.

the British papers are the worst. Ask the victims of the Hillsborough football disaster. It's worth looking up. 

Can we all agree that the UK tabloids are some of the trashiest fucking papers on Earth? Not excusing the American tabloids. Just pointing out how they can be so goddamned insensitive as to defend a fucking molester creep like Andrew.

I sometimes wonder how those meetings with Extremely Influential People must feel like for the legal team. I work in PR and it’s really difficult when the client comes in and wants to make an incredibly stupid decision, and all we can do is counsel against it/suggest alternatives, but ultimately we either have to do

His whole defense is right out of the 1990s, I'm guessing, because what else is he going to say? He can't stall any longer so it's time to hop in the time machine and go back to the Clarence Thomas confirmation hearing days. 

Quick! It’s time for another racist hit piece on Meghan!

To paraphrase the Onion, I’m surprised they’re not blaming Meghan Markle. 

“Most people can only dream of the sums of money” that Prince Andrew was simply born into by grace of an antiquated system, and obtained from taxpayers and plundered, colonized countries around the world.
 

My sister was in a relationship with a man, “Alan”, who was bad news. He was quite a bit older than her, no steady job, never had any money (in fact was always hitting her up for money for beer or car repairs) and increasingly was mooching off her kindness and moving himself into her home without an official

I relish these stories every year and was always so sure they were fake. But the story I’m about to tell is happening as we speak... and it’s freaking me the f* out.

So, I went to college in a southern town, but I’m not Southern. When, I first lived there a man was arrest for killing several women. He was dubbed the garden city killer since the town was called the garden city. I saw his name in the paper, but not his picture.

When my kids were around the same ages (1 and 3) my oldest said, “Why did I see an owl outside my window last night with glowing eyes? It told me it wanted to eat [brother’s name].” Her room is on the second floor with no trees nearby so if something is outside her window it is *not* normal. Husband and I looked at

A few years ago my daughter’s brownie troop spent the night at the Natural Science museum in our city. It was an amazing opportunity for them to see some of the exhibits after the museum closed and take part in a bunch of girls in stem activities. Each group was assigned a different exhibit to sleep in. At the end of

This isn’t the same but my son was an absolutely terrible sleeper from infancy to about 4ish. The worst was when he would have night terrors 3-5 nights a week and be screaming “stop it, it hurts, I don’t want it!” at the top of his lungs for hours. There was no soothing him and since we live in a small old Brooklyn

Super short but completely true; my favorite ghost story growing up.

Here is a short one that is nonetheless creepy - file this under “Kids Say the Darndest Things!” - While sitting around the dinner table with my husband, our daughter (age 3), and our son (a little less than 1), our daughter says, “I have a friend who lives in my voice and talks for me. Sometimes my friend doesn’t

I live in Anoka, Minnesota, which is for those of you who don’t know, The Halloween Capital of the whole damn world! But, my story isn’t about one of our more “famous” hauntings, this one is about the house next door to my sister.

What My Daughter Saw

I grew up, until I was about eight, in a nice friendly little working-class neighborhood in the west. It was a new development built on top of a former patch of farm land but close enough to a bigger city that further development was inevitable and expected.