There are countries where government is so corrupt, the people don’t have a chance to even live as their “culture” would dictate. Not oddly, all of those countries are ones that Europeans thought would be fun to go fuck with. And now we’re shocked they’re corrupt, destabilized and treat people like shit? Gee, wonder…

I’ve only had one parent take issue with it. The others just looked pissy but too ashamed to say anything. The one who got snippy with me had ignored her child’s kicking, yelling (not crying, yelling loudly about wanting snacks, wanting “toons”, wanting drinks, just literally shrieking), bouncing up and down on the…

Amen, sister!! I seriously do not see why I would voluntarily stuff fabric up my bum unless absolutely necessary. And I pretty much live in jeans and yoga pants when I have the choice to. I have tons of tarty panties, but those are for “showing off” for me (because I think they’re sexy AF) and for Monsieur Von Black,…

It’s always about the almighty dollar. I’m all for women making their own companies and products, and succeeding at doing so. However, I actually find it pretty insulting to be told that I am somehow empowering myself by purchasing their products. This “buy it so you’re better” thing is what we have hated about male…

It’s funny how sometimes kids will listen to a stranger more than their parent. I have a very intimidating “mom” voice (not yelling, but quiet and firm, promising much doom if ignored), and the few times I’ve actually personally told kids to knock it off on planes, they were so surprised and embarrassed, they actually…

This. Absolutely. If the kid is just tired/scared/frustrated and the parent is doing their best to mitigate it, I am sweet as candy. I’ve sent glasses of wine to a few parents who looked about ready to cash it all in and give up.

My kids were extremely easy to fly with, so I got lucky. That being said, they’re mostly grown now, and I find that children (especially toddlers) annoy me to no end. I would pay an extra fee to be on a plane that only had adults on it.

So, basically Quiverfull with more elaborate hats?

I hate the word “slacks” almost as much as I hate “pus” and “moist”. Just no. Oh, and the word “smegma”. Even saying that with me in the room will make me flee in terror. I probably shouldn't give everybody the secret to my immediate removal, but yes.

Question for the attorneys out there: Does signing a NDA legally bind you from alerting authorities if illegal activities occur? For example, if I am Angelina Jolie’s nanny, and sign a NDA, then see her beat her kid with a tire iron, don’t I still have the right (and duty) to alert authorities?

Cynical me assumes this is about Clinton, based solely on the fact that no one would be at all shocked if this fuckery occurred in the Huckabee or Santorum camps, because we already expect them to be idiots. It would only be a hot story if it was someone you didn't expect it from. Which leaves us with Hillary. Just my…

I had planned my Vegas wedding to be on my 21st birthday. My birthday is right near Christmas, so it tends to get forgotten about, so why not make it harder to forget? Multi-task and do it all in one day! (Additionally, I got pregnant with my first child the same night, I am EFFICIENT). We saved up, cut corners, my…

Even with modern patterns, there seems to be some size differentials. I always, always measure myself to make sure what size pattern to have cut (I am not good enough to sew my own costumes), after a few oopsies led me to have much larger stuff than I wanted.

I saw the headline, and was like, “Oooh, damn. Hope she turned out way less demented and freaky looking than she was as a baby...”, and then THAT. You fucking rock. Excellent trolling.

I was raised in a very privileged life, married a musician, took a job at a Renaissance Faire, and literally ran away with the circus for a year or so. Still work for the Faire (we’re kicking some ass), that circus show is on Ringling, and I have never, ever regretted turning my back on the bullshit, consumerist,…

She was a total badass and captured some moments of gypsy culture that would be sorely missed without her. I hope she is in peace and happiness.

I will both apologize and down a shot for you, in this your time of sorrow.

Imagine my horror when I looked up “truffle butter”. I quite wrongly assumed it was something I should be cooking with.

Watching the posts on FB from my NorCal and SoCal friends, I feel guilty watering the potted veggies on my balcony, much less my lawn. The rain waters as it will, so I imagine the lawn will be dead as a door nail come August. It’s supposed to be hot as hell up here this summer.