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I’m so glad you said this because in this case it’s very true. If you notice the allegations were dropped pretty quickly when this all hit the press- she was a well known drunk in the area. I don’t mean getting sloppy on wine after the kids are in bed- like around the clock, multiple police reports, neighbors on high

!!’! I love love this! I used to design in the business but in Charleston (I never want to see burlap with antique lace again). This is so fresh and fun and funky. I love all the combined elements, I might steal for a party. I never got to have my own wedding so I went crazy for my husband”s surprise birthday party.

So you aren't going to judge us for this: Our almost three year old son is really into listing off who in the family has penises and who doesn't. Whenever he gets to my MIL we always correct him and tell him that Grandma has FIVE penises. I know it's wrong but the look of amazement on his face is worth it. Plus, we

I’ve done it both ways so I’ve heard it all. I had my first at age 24 intentionally and unmarried which comes with all the judgement you can imagine. I’ve now just had my 4th and 5th- twins girls- at age 43, unintentionally and married. People have LOTS of opinions and it’s frustrating and borders on offensive. I love

I guess we are expected to ignore personal experience knowing that every single person I’ve ever known on a personal level that displays that flag, defends the confederate flag has made the foulest, derogatory, racist statements I have ever heard. With no exceptions. Oh and I live in Charleston.

I cannot stop imagining her white father sternly chastising her via TMZ, “You NEVER used the brown crayon! You used the peach crayon just like EVERYONE ELSE. Now get OFF major media outlets and go to your room now Rachel. “

I’ve been thinking of ways to call myself as a sort of Professor of Crayola Colors which isn’t even that funny (except to me) so I KNOW I'm getting punchy.

The link was in the comments on another Dolezal post....welcome to the rabbit hole my friend.

As IF she was such a brilliant child that she knew to deny the peach crayon! Bitch used the “flesh” colored crayon just like the rest of us little white girls did in the 70s and 80s. Lying liar!

It’s so much fun if you keep in mind she’s not “crazy” but more of the diabolical, self serving sort of awful person you know in regular life- only TIMES TEN! I haven't ventured my opinion on social media yet- I feel like nobody is going to take pleasure about her parents calling out her brown crayon story. It brings

I’m think I crossed the line to unhealthy when I looked at her Rate My Professor comments. (But I'm not stopping!)

I just wish that all crowns- including the flower kinds were just ok to wear and didn't symbolize freedom or fuckface mass marketing. Like the ONLY reason I rewatched any episode of The Tudors was for the crowns. Bitches were wearing the real deal golden bejeweled crowns for casual breakfast on a Tuesday. I want to do

I had a baby two years ago and then had twins six months ago. At 9 months with the girls I swear my veins we're going to just start popping off my body from the stretched tension. There is NO coming back from that. All of that aside, I'm long waisted so neither those low jeans or one pieces look good on me. I plan on

I know this weird feeling. Also bewildered when I was around age 11 when I realized that not everyone hated their mom. I'm so grateful to those other sweet mothers because my 18 year old knows he is one of my favorite people in the whole world. I've got their nurturing to thank for it.

I had so many friends’ moms like your mom. Please thank her for me and on behalf of all the other mistreated little kids. My adopted mother loved to scold me and scream at me in front of friends so I always assumed everyone knew how “bad” I was. I never could figure out why all these moms were extra welcoming to me.

I'm coming out of my usual lurking to commiserate as well, this article and the comments have been gnawing at me for hours. I keep thinking about how I used to BEG my father by the time I found a voice as a teenager to leave my mentally ill mother. He chose to stand by the same value system that so harshly judges