Well, gosh, I just disliked the tone of the last sentence in this article and I'm expressing that. It seemed to imply that she is under some kind of implied obligation to give stuff away to people for no reason. She isn't. You know. Good.

Also, the term is misleading. What mother doesn't work? Childcare, cooking, and cleaning are work. Just because it's not met with monetary gain does not mean any of these things are not work.

It would certainly be nice of her to give the cast-offs to the Nanny, or to donate them herself, but she's certainly under no obligation to do so. They're all entitled to do whatever they want with the stuff, regardless of what you or I would do.

came here to say this. Our definition of 'middle class' is considerably more luxurious—and indebted— than our parents'.

"Bruce Bearstring? Whatever, you useless boy."

Every time I see a baby in suit I think of that kid from Pet Semetary.

Im going to have as many kids as I can so I can groom them into stars and I can live off of their wealth like a parasite.

How do you raise a kid in this economy? Say goodbye to having new and nice things. I'll be driving the same car for a few more years. We do most of our clothes shopping at secondhand stores. We'll going to stay in our small house instead of buying something bigger. I don't care, it's still worth it to me. I…

YUP.

My first thought was this until I read the fine print.. poor dudes

Marine Park is a public park. If they want a male-only bocce court they can build it on their own land.

the strength or stamina

I think it's pretty easy to tell the difference: when the interview was over, did he drop some cash on the table as he left the set? If not, he was probably crying.

Those pants were pretty awful. I remember feeling like my butt looked all sorts of wrong in them, and I have a great butt!

Did he admit he wants a girl to pee on him?

Now that we've debated whether politicians can fake emotion or not, let's play a game: is this the face of a man who is coming or crying?

I felt so stupid cause at work last week someone said "Oh, do you like Fun?" and my natural response was uhhhhh, duh, who doesn't like having fun? Then things needed to be explained to me.

The proudest* (and most terrifying) moment of my life is when I signed the papers on my house when I was still single. It was a small, foreclosed, fixer-upper (this was in the late 90s), took months and much elbow grease to get it the way I wanted it, but it was so worth it. And it was MINE - well, mine and Bank of…

I'm stuck in the 90's/early 2000s

Is a bitch being shouted out a good thing?