I was there for the Mommy Wars, not a hair was left unfrazzled.

That too, although I look at prices before I go to a fitting room and that’s been enough to dissuade me.

It was for dramatic purposes.

Maybe the alternate explanation is your shit is generic WASPY overpriced and poorly made garbage.

I’m not part of the community because I’m a 30 something without kids. I didn’t fire the first salvo, that was the patronizing “Oh, I’m so sorry” when I told a few parents I was childless.

Its so nice here today that the universe is collapsing on itself.

Midnight showing of Inglorious Basterds. Baby cried during parts of it. Pacific Place AMC 11 Downtown Seattle, I was there.

Colorado, where people live without hearts.

It’s hella funny! Ken Marino can play a dummy so well.

Got into a frat party where one friend was on the guest list - he goes up sees a name - matt nunez. I now become matt nunez. Didnt ask for ID or anything. To this day I am sometimes matt nunez.

Purity Tests. I am here for purity tests.

Nope. Purity tests all day every day.

Have a private conversation. I pray to God this wasnt the first step in dialogue.

I have never desired or needed utility pizza. Is this pizza you get for a bunch of kids who don’t know any better?

Also this has to be a feminist meta conversation cliche bingo entry. It comes up at least once.

By that token you are your only advocate - don’t expect any help along the way to progress.

No it didn’t. It fucking is 30 somethings with disposable income being the backwards looking navel gazing creativity black holes.

Eh, I am better for knowing that this exists. You shouldn’t be so quick to dismiss the catharsis of embracing something that is socially disparaged.

This shit is nightmare fuel.

No. Bad. Say this to her face, not splooge your love all over the internet.