My last Airbnb I’ll ever use. $1,300 for two nights with a cleaning fee and I get this before 9:00 am. Will never stop sharing it.

NW Alaska evacuating in case you watch mainstream news and don’t know what’s happening up here

Pro-mom tip when you have a 10 year old daughter who seems like she wants to talk. I went and got two large diamond painting kits. We sat together and did them for three hours. She didn’t look up or stop talking once. I got all the 5th grade drama.

Watch this without sound. Just look at him.

You can’t tell me God doesn’t have a sense of humor when He made God’s perfect killing machines and they look like this. God said give them the cutest ears on the planet.

With a note that says please tip cleaning staff….. I just did dishes and laundry what are you even saying

Boomers: “your starter home shouldn’t be a Bentley” My local estate market out here in the real world:

serious question: if my little sister found an air tag in her car does anyone know how a person might use the device itself to determine who specifically made the very unwise life choice to track her?

I can’t even look at Bianca Censori pictures without feeling extreme discomfort. It’s not the nudity. Does anyone have connection to her to ask if this woman is ok? Can we get a hand signal that you’re a consenting adult? How are we evading public decency laws? I need answers.

There isn’t a damn thing here in this listing about me doing the dishes. SHENANIGANS.

Something is wrong here. All of his friends can’t make it? 20 said no? If this is a real situation, and that’s a big if, my money is on *all of his friends know he’s breaking up with you before his birthday*.

Team hotel for life

Can someone explain to me what specifically happened in this video to trigger so many people? Is it waking up early? Boba? Homeschooling? Hockey?Someone explain the “I’d rather kms” comment section.

I let my 21 year old son live with us for free because he’s single, he’s got a real job, he’s helpful, and he has saved enough to pay cash for a truck today so he’ll have no car payment. I will not boomer my kids into debt. They’re always welcome. He won’t be saddled with debt and unable to provide for a family on my watch if I have the ability and space to help him set up for success.

If a man asked your body count on a first date pick up your purse and walk out, especially if the number is 0. That man isn’t worth being your 1. Trashy.

My husband brought our daughter to the hospital in Portland once and didn’t like what they were doing to her so he said he wanted her transferred. They said no. He said fine I’ll take her somewhere else myself. They said if he left with her against medical advice they would call CPS. I kid you not J said great call them now get the fuck out of my way and drove her to another hospital. I’m not saying he rudely left I am saying he literally told the pediatrics overlord to “get the fuck out of my way” and carried her out the door. She was fine and the other hospital discharged her home. Never heard another word about it. Point being, sometimes people in positions of what they clearly believe to be infallible authority need to be told what time it is and who is who in the relationship.

The diamond art gives them something to do so they don’t feel as awkward and you’re busy looking for little lettered boxes so you aren’t staring at them. But you’re close and it doesn’t require enough attention to not feel present to your kid. Just trust me on this.

What radicalized me? Overhearing two boomers talking as one woman said to the other she charged her daughter to be her own infant granddaughter’s “daycare provider” because she’d had to pay for daycare when that daughter was growing up so she “owed her” that money.

Removed my son from school today because a teacher informed him that while he is at school it’s up to staff what happens to him not his parents. You’ve lost your damn mind saying that to my son. He said if he doesn’t comply he will be unenrolled. DON’T BOTHER I WILL DO IT.

Being middle class used to be aspirational now it’s a kick in the balls. Forever making too much to get a single kick back or bail out, making just enough to get taxed for the entire world to keep running, still not making enough to not have to buy the cheese that is on sale.

Helping teach my daughter how to get what she wants is going well. Teenage girls are so bad at it. They roll their eyes and stomp. I approach the kids with maladaptive behaviors by asking if they are more or less likely to get what they want by doing that thing. She’s working on calm pleasant negotiations. Today I said be ready in five. I watched her start to storm off and she turned and said “would you consider waiting 10”. I am so pleased. I said of course! Girl learn to get what you want. It took me 30 years. She can do it in 15.

So if I didn’t get back to your text this evening I was knee deep in diamond art and fifth grade crush updates. Important stuff.

Whatever you have going on that feels important please pause for this crucial Alaskan Update: It is Fat Bear Week here in Alaska which means your vote matters. We are a house divided. Floatato the floating fat bear has a lot of support but also the sassy single mom fat bear that all the other bears are afraid of is close to our hearts. Fat Bear Junior is also in full swing. Link in comments for voting. This delights children if you’re a teacher your students should be riveted by fat bear week. I, a 40 year old woman, am I deeply invested. FLOATATO

Am I being gaslit so hard or am I missing something? I’m serious please tell me. These two photos look exactly the same to me.

Right?!!! Be gone in two hours. Also do the following chores.

When my mother died right in front of me when I was young while my little sister was in my lap I spent the rest of the day laughing and binge watching a tv show because my autonomic nervous system was completely shot I don’t even remember the next six months of my life.

The *actual house* my grandparent bought for less than $10,000 and raised five kids in on one income. Built in 1909. Current estimated value $1,073,706.

There are many fates worse than death and one of them is being a mother and raising a son only to find out he’s *this guy* when he grows up.

She’s not wrong I absolutely lost all the things men value. Except if you ask one man. The only man that matters. I’m everything to him and nothing to all other men. I’m not supposed to be youthful forever. No one is. We age then we die and that’s if we are lucky. Some don’t get the chance and they die young. No one expects youth from me I’m 38. They expect warmth, good pancakes, bedtime stories, wisdom, advice, fun. Today my husband got home from a long trip in the woods to a warm newly made bed, a clean towel, a bathrobe, and perfectly timed hot dinner. He took a shower, ate like a man half starved, and as I type this he’s in an sleep deprived Mexican food coma with the dog. Stop telling older women they have no value. My value is incalculable. I know because I watched my mother die when I was younger than four of my kids are now. The hole her absence left in our lives was unbearable. It had nothing to do with her fertility. Cancer ravaged her looks. It meant nothing. Less than nothing. Someone tell Pearl it’s unbecoming to be so callous to other women. Crass even. She may have nothing to offer the world but her youth and if so I pity her immensely. Speak for yourself.

I post about my parenting hacks but please note I did throw my son’s cell phone in a creek yesterday so I recognize I’m a human with silly human reactions. Hear me out though. I said “please take the girls for a ride on the atv”. He said “why” like a smart ass. I said “because it would be the nice big brother thing to do”. He shook his head with this *mom sucks* face. He went back to scrolling on his phone. I waited. He did not move. I said “hey come here”. He walked over to me. I asked for his phone. He handed it to me. I immediately tossed it into the creek by our house and told him “look now you have nothing better to do go take your sister out on the atv”. Never let your kid look at you like you’re the dumbest person in the room when they’re scrolling on a cell phone you paid for with your money. Anyway if you need our son he is receiving letters at his PO Box. Possibly learning Morse code. He can march right on down to the prepaid phone store and replace it if he wants to go get a job. Or he can write letters. I don’t care either way. He asked me to go for a walk with him later and I told him his annoying family is full of the people who will have his back for life so maybe remember who will be there for you until the end when you’re dishing out your badass rude little attitude. Parenting is hard and none of us get it right all the time. I strive for good. Most days I get close to good. Perfect ain’t on the table. If you think it’s on yours I suggest you recalibrate your expectations.

I remember learning in history class about the huts for women being exiled on their period in villages and thinking how wrong and unfair. I was so dumb. Now we have to be on our period and go to MEETINGS and work on SPREADSHEETS sign me up for the week in the hut with my girls we’d be snacking and gossiping. I’ll never forget what they took from us.

EXACTLY

My husband has been super busy cutting up trees for the cabin. He came down the river last night to sleep at home. He smoked two racks of ribs. We went to bed early because we were both tired. He said he came home early just missed being near his wife. He said he likes working when I’m close by even if I’m staring at my phone ignoring him and being utterly unhelpful. Twitter is full of people trying to build brands and get clicks by starting controversy between men and women. Body counts. Submission. 90% of it is BS to get engagement. Marriage is about finding someone you miss when they are gone. I’m my husband’s peace. It’s not complicated. I want to be near him. We like doing nothing together. We make each other coffee. It’s not exciting. I like to make sure he has clean shirts. He makes sure the dog eats. Our lives revolve around unspoken rituals of care and concern.

If your husband and the father of your children is having public fantasies about some apocalyptic scenario where all the men get to unshackle themselves from useless women and thrive in a barren wasteland of pure male order I suggest you find a whole new man yours is broken.

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If this woman is in prison I’m sending her care packages forever. Seems like a reasonable response to me. It’s called being a mom.

Kennedys posting about their family values. Me pulling out my whiteboard: WE BEGIN WITH THE LOBOTOMY OF ROSEMARY KENNEDY

Men marrying women and having children with them feeling victimized by actually having to provide for those people forever like they didn’t get up in front of God and her whole family and promise to do that exact thing.

Massive flooding after a storm

Yes I don’t want to see men inside the public restroom. It’s not complicated.

A temporary problem we plan to fix

You mean the 77 million people who already voted for her husband once without an issue? Those people?

If you called me and said this I would tell you to get off the phone with me and talk to him asap. Something is off ma’am. If your party isn’t something weird like three hours away at 2 pm on a Tuesday I have concerns about your relationship.

Marriage tip of the evening in honor of Christmas Eve: Do not set your spouse up for failure. I know it feels good to be *right* while they’re *wrong* but hear me out. My husband forgot that we planned to sneak out after the kids went to bed and go pick up the couch we got for my daughter’s room. She’s a little interior decorator and she’s been asking forever. Of course we were watching the Grinch and so the kids stayed up later than usual. He was getting ready for bed and I said wait don’t go to bed the boys are going with you to get the couch. When I tell you his face fell and he looked ready to pick a fight. Lu no this is absurd we aren’t going to sneak a couch inside at 10:00 pm with the boys. I said yes we are it’s the present she’ll love the most. He was deeply annoyed. He said just take the boys they are strong enough to do it you don’t need me. Now I could have made him the asshole and done that but see I believe in the need to KNOW THYSELF and I know how my heart works. I said yes I know I could but see hun if you don’t go and I go with the boys by myself I’ll make up a story in my head about how much more I care about Christmas magic and I wrapped and planned more and you are the asshole and I’m the best mom and see the thing is I’ll secretly resent you. So would you please get the couch with me? He did. He kissed me goodnight when we got home and went to bed. Crisis averted. Know when your spouse steps on a secret resentment landmine and warn them. Do it because you love them more than being the good guy and being right. I need you to ______ or I’ll resent it is a powerful knowing of yourself that saves marriages.

TERF checking in. Yes I’m *excluding you* from the list of people allowed to touch my PELVIC FLOOR. Sorry you can’t bully me or emotionally manipulate me into TOUCHING MY PELVIC FLOOR. These people are so insane. What happened to all the me too energy lmao. The cognitive dissonance is outstanding. I’m a bad person for having boundaries about my own body when it comes to autogynephilic men get beeeeeent.

Ladies take notes. If this isn’t the epitome of *if he wanted to he would* I don’t know what is… 12 years of her life engaged to a man who married someone else immediately. Pay attention.

Someone reposted this and said it would break the hearts of average women to read what it’s like to be, what did he say, at the “top of the pecking order of women”. Oh dear. A response from the most plain Jane average woman on earth: The experience she writes about is magical. I’m so happy for this woman and for the love she experiences. I remember when I learned I’d never be the most beautiful woman in the room. Many many years ago when I was much younger my uncle was dying of cancer and we went to say goodbye. He was high on pain medicine at the end. My sister and I entered the room and he said it was “Lu and her sister, the beautiful one of the three”. I remember the awkward silence grew and I realized what he’d said. I started laughing and the tension eased. How could I be hurt? My sister *is* the beautiful one. Always has been. I was always the muddy blonde with the congenitally malformed legs. Short. Average. My sister is gorgeous. This isn’t the part where I say I got all the personality and she got the looks. She got it all. She is brilliant. A great mother. Her beauty detracted nothing from her whatsoever. She is interesting, witty, a genuinely delightful human. My heart didn’t break when I heard that from my uncle. I was born with an innate sense of my own worth. It never occurred to me I wouldn’t marry and be a mother. That I wouldn’t be loved. It seemed so obvious. Hell I like me surely other folks will too. It’s not that God made up for my average-ness so this is a story about how smart I am to make up for it. I’ve been loved well I’m in competition with zero women. My husband looks at me in a way that lights me on fire. He’s my everything. I’m his home. You don’t need to be all that special to receive and give love. You can be just like me. Perfectly average and perfectly loved. I think the original post from the gentleman is wrong. I hope every woman reading this feels this much loved and cherished. Swooned over. I’ll be falling asleep next to the man who gave me my last name, my kids, and this home in spite of my limp, my snark, and all the rest that makes me human. Happy anniversary, Brittany ❤️

If your daughter appears in a video like this she’ll be married to a man with more money than you before the summer ends the year she graduates.

Is everyone actually stupid enough to think he’s a barista? She said “he went to work at a coffee shop” he’s working remotely he isn’t a barista. Is everyone seriously that confused by remote work still in 2023?

Work smarter not harder. Don’t tell your teen to stop rolling their eyes at you. No. Tell them an eye roll communicates a need for a hug and emotional reconnection. My son knows I’m immediately chasing him if he rolls his eyes arms stretched out for my requested hug. He will catch himself mid-eye lift and be like nooooo and take off running. Now you know why.

My sister has just said the funniest, most accurate, unintentionally brilliant thing ever. I reported wanting to go clothes shopping. She pondered where to go. She said “I bet the high end consignment stores are full of good stuff now because all the California to Texas transplants who were your size got on ozempic and are now offloading all of their nice wardrobes.” I am speechless. This bitch. But also …… yes.

If a man called me low maintenance I’d never speak to him again. Never take as praise as a woman how little you’d accept and make do with. My girl is “low key” just means she requires nothing and accepts the least of you. I’m high maintenance. I want care, love, fun, treats.

Me to my son: so who is the girl? My 14 year old son: no one!! What!?! Who told you!?! OMG Also my 14 year old son: all of a sudden using crest white strips, putting product in his hair, willingly bathing, using deodorant I must be psychic he wonders.

Really kids what you should do is finance a Time Machine and go back to 1940 when my grandparents bought a 5 bedroom house for $9,500 that is now worth over $1,000,000 except you won’t do that because you’re lazy and don’t know how to work

We laughed, we cried, we shivered, we ugly cried, we got rained on, it was perfect, and my son has married his first love and made her his bride. Welcome to the family, honey. We will treasure you always.

I refuse to believe anyone on this planet can’t close their eyes and visually imagine a perfect detailed red apple that feels, smells, and tastes like a red apple. It’s impossible. You are lying. You can’t be real if you cannot do that with your brain in the absence of a traumatic brain injury or a severe disability I’m sorry I refuse. You’re a simulation. This is like the no inner monologue people. You can’t gaslight me on this. If your IQ is 90+ and you aren’t suffering from dementia or a learning disability what do you mean it’s just chirping crickets and white noise in there? Will die on this hill.

This is why I consistently tell my husband I’m just with him for his body. I’m only here because you’re good in bed. Love of my life? Sure. Men like to feel cheap I’m telling you. Swat his butt and tell him you are using him for the lifetime sex you don’t even like him. Trust me.

Grown men on Twitter.

She’s thin, pretty, financially comfortable, and raising four son’s with a man who gave them his last name and pays her bills. Average comment: BET SHE IS MISERABLE I WOULD RATHER KMS Okie dokie cope for sure.

90% of my happy marriage is us just wanting each other to be happy. J wants to watch football so I am planning snacks and a meal around him doing that. Yesterday the kids mentioned wanting the fall feeling of caramel apples. Got those too. Put his favorite sodas in the fridge so they’re cold ahead of time. It’s honestly just the little things. He bought me Mac n cheese bites today. He saw someone who has previously been rude at my business through the window when he drove by and called to check on me. It’s the 1,000 little things that take less than a minute to consider doing that add to the net quality of life in a family. Someone needs to have time, energy, and the disposition to do this. When this becomes a task of a mom who doesn’t have the time or energy for it, it becomes a resentment petri-dish. Resentment makes you sick and makes you sick of people. Fast. If you haven’t cultivated a life where your wife has time to consider the little things that make you happy maybe sort that out and see how your life improves.

BOY YOU SO FAT 🙌🙌🙌 🐻 Fat bear week is giving my life

My political ideology is doing whatever is necessary to avoid this for moms in my country.

I need details. Did she die on a Friday afternoon and Monday was a holiday or did her coworkers straight up ignore her corpse for almost an entire working week?? She had NO ONE to call and say hey Donna is missing!! This is so sad.

I treat my sister to a calm relaxing cool day at the museum. My sister: it’s you

He’s got a retirement account at 21. Imagine if he paid me rent instead of doing that. crazy.

Don’t post videos of women experiencing postpartum psychosis. It’s extremely cruel. If you haven’t seen it firsthand in new mothers you don’t know enough to hit share. Be kind. Please.

This is potentially the worst idea I’ve ever heard in 40 years on this planet, 16 of which I spent as a nurse. This idea is so bad it should be technically illegal. You should have to speak to a priest. Potentially demonic.

Not a single one of his friends said yes?! That doesn’t pass the sniff test imho.

Spiritually bankrupt men commenting on my daughter-in-law’s weight should remember that the only man who she ever needs to please is my son and that man looks at her like she’s made of cake, magic, and sunshine. He’s worried about two things and that’s making her smile and making her a mother as many times as God lets him. You? Very online. Very weird. Very weird online. 🤷‍♀️ oh well. A you problem.

Let me tell you what we are NOT gonna do. Follow along. We are not mocking the minor victims of powerful pedo rings and degenerate monsters. I don’t care if it’s Bieber. I don’t care who it is at all. Hard pass. Absolutely not.

Being told you’re the asshole by your spouse with an implied request for a change in your behavior is an attempt to make it right and connect with you. It’s a GOOD thing. You want to be corrected. It makes marriage last. Pretending things are fine that aren’t fine is like giving a marriage cancer and ignoring it.

It’s wild some folks need to take tests to know if you’re ovulating ma’am just stop for a minute and think wait my husband hasn’t annoyed me once in 24 hours and why does he smell so good ok there ya go honey you’re ovulating. Is he being obnoxious and why is his damn laundry taking so long ok no not ovulating.

My sister was in an ICU and I called out for help. Told them my sister’s telemetry reading was concerning. The literal cardiologist looked at me and said “oh that’s not her heart rate it’s just artifact from her moving” and I said “no it isn’t LOOK at it” anyway she had a collapsed lung. I never leave a family member alone at a hospital NEVER.

I’m Catholic which means during COVID a Catholic person was dying in a local facility during lockdown and a priest who shall forever remain nameless and I made a plan to bring my husband’s work ladder to a back window and break him in to give her last rites. A kindred spirit. I loved him for not flinching. We don’t care for the laws of men when the time comes. The hospital let him come in. Maybe they knew the alternative was an older priest falling out a second story window and making a scandal. We were spared the indignity of criminality but please know we were ready. You know he thought to himself which Catholic in our parish doesn’t mind a criminal record and has a lot of ladders in her garage. Me. It’s me.

I have zero tolerance for kids who don’t want to eat what is served. Don’t eat then. Don’t announce your preference. Be hungry. Quietly. Raising your kids to demand accommodations for their preferences at shared or hosted meals is unfair to the planet.

Bianca. Girl. Call me. I wouldn’t sell or tell your story for $100,000,000 cash but seriously on a personal level are you ok? Do you need a redneck rescue? Advice? A supportive friend? Let me know.

Stop treating your boyfriend like your husband. My husband tells anyone who will listen I made him a gourmet meal and baked him some bread exactly once and then waited for that ring. Oh you want sourdough? Ask your wife. Oh you don’t have one? Weird. Go to Trader Joe’s.

I love being a mom. My son called me at 7:38 am to go get his fiancé a thermometer because she doesn’t feel good and he’s at work. What an absolute privilege it is to be their person. Be someone’s person today. I love the many people who are my people.

Yes you read that right her daughter was put in daycare, her mom paid for that daycare, then that woman had her own daughter, she needed help with childcare, and this woman then passed the fee to her to help her as payback for her OWN DAYCARE CHILDHOOD.

I never got an email either before or after the stay.

It’s not anti-trans to say a biological man shouldn’t intentionally seek out employment as a pelvic floor therapist working on penetrating women who come seeking help with pain and dysfunction often after significant sexual trauma. Any sane human would think they should do something else with their skills and alleged care/concern for women. It would never cross a normal person’s mind to do that *knowing* this will make a significant number of women uncomfortable. Worse to know they might not feel safe to tell you. You are knowingly and willfully putting yourself in this position. It’s a shocking and obscene thing to do.

Whatever is about to drop must be gnarly.

So when I say he gets heated about hospitals overstepping with other people’s kids I mean the man gets HEATED.

Pouring one out for OG Fat Bear Otis not showing up this year. Shedding a tear into my storm beverage. I might be in my masculine too much but I’m still a woman at heart. Otiiisssssss you will always be the fattest bear to me (also the scales)

I’ve actually never met a woman fresh from having a baby that looks at that baby and thinks I wonder who can keep you for two whole weeks so I can travel… women feel bad stepping away to bathe. Women feel stress the first trip to the store without their baby. Two weeks?!

The Bible literally says be kind to widows or you suck it’s super clear. James 1:27 didn’t stutter.

I’ve seen this meme in the wild backwaters of Twitter for long enough let’s discuss it. My husband and I have six kids and two grandkids. My body changed a great deal after guillain barre in 2017. Our marriage looks exactly like this right up until the end. I wear flannel nightgowns instead of lingerie now. Sometimes our kids need me in the night. They need me. He needs me. Yesterday was J’s 51st birthday. His big party is next Tuesday. Yesterday we enjoyed each other. Alone. Every child has to go away for one day a year. Son is at camp, daughter at summer activities, etc. We are never alone so this is our day. Just for us. J grills two of the best steaks we can find. We make a cherry pie. We spend one night like two teenagers in love without a care in the world. We laugh at the weirdness of the silence. We get a lot of sleep. It’s not that we don’t love our kids. It’s not that we don’t miss them. It’s that our marriage remains deeply satisfying after all this time and reveling in that is a blessing. This meme is bullshit if you play your cards right. My body has changed. That part is spot on. We remain.

My first severe injury as a bedside nurse was 10 years ago. A large woman in labor used my body to move her body despite the 300 lb difference in our sizes. She reached out and grabbed me as if I could hold her. My right shoulder has never been the same. I took 2 weeks off the floor and instead of seeing patients I worked in an admin capacity. I went back with a tens unit. I’ve pulled 17 hours straight in an ER. I’ve been exposed to TB and all manner of disease repeatedly. I’ve been spit on, hit, kicked, bled on, vomited on, the list is endless. When should people like us get to retire Ben? 70? 80? When have we given enough?

Open letter to the unwashed masses waking up to a new day of calling me fat on the internet. Friends I spent my whole teen life wishing I had a womanly figure. I was rail thin and angular. My vibe is not that. My vibe is holds two babies at once and makes cinnamon rolls. My vibe is little spoon meets Mrs. Claus but also knows how to make really good challah. My body is the vehicle of my life and she has thus far treated me to a luxurious ride. I got paralyzed by a vaccine in 2017 and she really did me a solid and not only chose to survive but did so in stunning fashion. My body is my husband’s home. Wherever I am he will always be at home. My arms are the safest place in the world for a scared kid. Many a sick kid has fallen asleep on my chest and woken up feeling better. This body gets all the best from me. Moisturized and well rested. I’m vitaminmaxxing all winter so my body knows I notice her low vitamin D. My body is my friend so I make sure she gets massages and goes to the sauna to sweat out the bullshit bad vibes. I’d hate for my body to think I’m the enemy so I eat well, sleep on a good mattress, stay hydrated, make sure she has good loving, and invest heavily in my own well-being. So in honor of your unkindness I present you with a gift. This is a photo of my body at my absolute fattest. This was two years ago. I was happy this day. This was a good day. I made pies and held my granddaughter. I have lost weight since this day and still love myself in exactly the same ways. I did it precisely because I love myself up to and including my physical body in all the ways that matter. So I hope you all have a blessed day. Be well. ✌️

All of my party girl friends from college are married to rich frat guys and are sahm types with expensive silly hobbies and multiple kids. Literally all of them. Even the ones who got matching tattoos with me at 18.

No.

If my 12 year old daughter came home with a kit of plan B, condoms, pregnancy tests, and narcan and said her friend’s super fun understanding chill dad gave it to her I’d use him as crab bait.

I’ve worked in a maternity center and delivered babies and I want moms to know I would not bat an eye at any of this. None of this is shocking. This is just called leave me and my baby alone unless it’s a legitimate medical crisis birthing and I’m down for it. Building trust is essential. Show respect and I find when you do feel the need to intervene you’ve communicated well and built that rapport that moms trust that you would have avoided any intervention if at all possible. Never get into a power struggle. It isn’t fair to moms and it degrades trust immediately.

If Charlie Kirk dies my husband will achieve a level of radicalized previously unseen in the modern world.

There is no reason for someone to go into such a sensitive type of medical care for women with full knowledge that MANY of the patients will feel uncomfortable. It’s outrageous. You could be a hand specialist. You could specialize in upper back pain. But no, you specifically want access to women with pelvic floor dysfunction! Do you hope the uncomfortable ones remain silent for YOUR comfort? How many women with pelvic floor pain have suffered assaults or trauma? Sir honestly how dare you?

My husband to 7 5th graders: y’all need to relax put on a movie 5th grade girl: we don’t have to if we don’t want to My husband: I’m sorry what? 5th grade girl: we will vote My husband: this house isn’t a democracy we don’t vote this is a dictatorship I have the only vote

As a formal marriage respecter I’d like to give a shout out to my husband for being the least complicated man alive. We are like two Rubik’s cubes that have each other figured out. I went to the store yesterday and bought $158 worth of cleaning supplies. He saw that and left to go to the store. He bought bait. We don’t even need to talk about it. We just see the bags on the table at home and know what the weekend looks like. He will need roughly an hour of my formal attention between now and Sunday and maybe some boat snacks. That’s it. I need him to leave me alone so I can bleach things now that the household crud is leaving. He’ll bring the dog fishing. I’ll watch fights and eradicate germs. He will catch me a fish and grill it for dinner tomorrow. The ongoing unspoken understanding is a gift of marriage that ironically we don’t talk about enough.

I give up NO sovereignty over my children. NONE. Not to anyone. Try me.

People make choices that can’t be explained without involving demonic influence. How much cursed porn and childhood trauma would a person have to experience to behave this way as a lifestyle choice? Watch the women try to stomach this in person. It’s unsettling. Uncanny.

Anaphylaxis. Pediatric type 1 diabetes. Meningitis. Severe burns covering the entire body. Syphilis. Pulmonary embolism. Severe postpartum hemorrhage. Ectopic pregnancy. I can do this all day. This is potentially the worst take I’ve ever seen on Twitter. Not hyperbole.