The only thing that really bothers me is getting “Mr & Mrs HisFirstName HisLastName” on stuff. What, I can’t even keep my own first name either? I’m reduced to “& Mrs.”?
tyz
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I have this tube of Monistat anti-chafing powder gel that is like MAGIC. Every spring, I think I lost it. I go to the store, and can’t find it. I come home, and keep looking and it miraculously shows up. I have had this one tube for YEARS. I wear bike-short type things most days but sometimes that doesn’t work, and…
But that’s a double edged sword because of how their actions inform society’s expectations on what average moms can do.
Yeah, all my Instagram feed has done today is make me cry for the relationship I’ll never have with my mom. Sending internet hugs in solidarity to you.
I have a difficult relationship with my mom for a variety of reasons. The past is the past and I’m basically over it, but what I struggle with now is that it just keeps going—people never stop guilt tripping me over why I’m not close with my mom (even strangers), the reminders of the family you’re “supposed” to have…
Fuuuuck, today is rough. Last summer my dad shot my mother and then himself. This is my first year without her. We were having a rare fight and hadn’t spoken in 5 days and the last text I have from her is “I guess I’m not supposed to have feelings.” All I want to do today is hug her again. Just for one minute. And…
GOD YES. To 9 year old me, that was totally porn.
Plus James Comey breaking with all protocol and directly interfering in the election (due to what seems to have been a misguided desire to protect the FBI from right-wing criticism after Hillary’s coming victory, but instead likely tipped the election to Trump.)
fucking THANK YOU
The red stripe was damn sexy!
Another bullshit way for people to draw attention to themselves and feel special for creating a crotch-spawn.
I know I can’t be the only one that hates gender reveal parties. Please explain why are they necessary.
I was one o’ them boy-crazy 7-year olds who— when faced with a choice between the deliciously roguish Han and the sweet blonde twink Luke— said “Why don’t we have both?” Bring em all on!! :D
OMG, yes. I was only a little younger than you in 1977. Han Solo was my first crush. Siiiigh! His space vest! Those boots! I thought the red stripe up the side of his pants was so sexy, too (even though I probably didn’t know what the word sexy was at the time)!
Imagine thinking that poor, sweet farmboy Luke is sexier. I can’t wrap my head around that.
Damon Young at the Root summed this up pretty well in his piece on Monday.
How does one go from “Bush doesn’t care about black people” to supporting the most overtly racist president in US history?
Pitch Perfect 4 script just wrote itself!
My sex drive has naturally increased in my late 30s. My theory with no evidence or scientific backing is that i’m running out of eggs so my body is trying to trick me into getting pregnant. I figure if I outsmart it I can reap the rewards of my body panicking without actually having to put a baby in it.