“The Mommy Wars” is a ridiculous and asinine media-generated pseudo-conflict. And I know this with absolute certainty, because if even a smidgen of any of it were real, I have no doubt that women collectively would feel so dreadfully ashamed about what such stupidity says relative to our humanity that we’d start picketing media outlets and voting against those who perpetuate and profit from the existence of trumped-up conflict with our eyeballs, by not giving those programs or publications or media outlets our time, consideration, and/or dollars.
I mean, clearly that’s what we’d all do, right?
Now can we please never lend credence to this embarrassment by training our attention on it again? Agreed? Cool.
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It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia fans? You are not going to experience anything better than this today. I guarantee it.
(Special thanks to my buddy Brad for the heads-up on that!)
PS: If you aren’t an It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia fan, you SO should be. You can stream all the seasons on Amazon Instant on your computer, you know. Just sayin’.
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My body Thetans are doing just fine, thank you for asking. And no, I do not want to go into the “motion quadrant” or have my “muscular tension” tested. You freaky creepazoids. (PS: OMG WTF HOLY CRAP.)
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Anyone who utters – in print or verbally – the words “I hate my children” is either 1) in need of an intervention/help, 2) in need of a thesaurus, so they might find other words for or to the effect of being frustrated, annoyed, or displeased with their children. And, in either case, they need to be confronted with the reality of their actual utterance and its ugliness, because “hate” isn’t a word that should ever be used or taken lightly relative to one’s own children. As adults we throw a lot of big words around carelessly – Love and Hate chief among them – but when talking about how we feel about our own children specifically, “hate” shouldn’t ever be a word it’s okay to utter in a flip or reckless manner, as far as I’m concerned.
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I have been diligently working out 4-5 days a week since New Year’s, and now feel like I would like to and could eat ALL OF THE THINGS. Including any table scraps you might have lying around. Stale, left over microwave popcorn from last night? PLEASE! Linty and discolored fruit-flavored Mentos you found at the bottom of your purse? HAND THEM OVER BEFORE I GNAW OFF YOUR FOREARM. YOU HEARD ME. DON’T THINK I WON’T DO IT EITHER.
Oh nature, why you do this?
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Downton Abbey: it’s Masterpiece Theater tripping on Falcon Crest and I AM LOVING THE HELL OUT OF IT.
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Happy Friday the 13th, and have a great long weekend everybody!
