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#tbt to that warm weather this past weekend. Today on the blog I'll have some groundbreaking tips on how to not be cold during this transition season (hint - layers!!! Do you dare?) #ontheblog #dailylife #lifestyleexpert
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Dooce, mother without children, attempted to sound uplifting by posting a making-the-best-of-it staged photo to her instagram. The caption was a long novella full of missing her kids, something something new traditions, and a lukewarm acknowledgment of her fangirls’ support.
This holiday isn’t exactly how I’d pictured it, of course, being without my girls…May all of us who are creating and living these new traditions experience that same happiness ourselves…I’ve already heard from so many of you and want to offer you my encouragement in exchange.
She then closed out the long caption with a big fat #sponsored tag. Yes, the photo was sponsored. By painkillers. Is there any moment bloggers won’t sell?
A little over a year ago I got pulled over for running a red light in St. John’s (the most racially diverse neighborhood in Portland). I was on my way home from a party at which I had more than one glass of wine. Likely more than one BOTTLE. My car was not registered. I was uninsured. I thought I was f**kED.
But lol nope! She’s blonde so it was totally ok! “But me and my shiny blond hair got off with only a ticket.”
She went on to inform the world that being able to drive on home (evidently while drunk) and sleep it off in her own bed “made me sick that night. Utterly sick.” She then cried her blonde white self to sleep over her blonde white privilege.
Did anyone miss the part where this canker just admitted driving while drunk? Am I the only person focusing on that? Because her fanpoodles are high fiving her bravery like she just admitted she led the storm at Normandy. Look, I’m all for solidarity but maybe wink winking about how you drove home with “likely more than one bottle” of wine in you is not a cute way to go about it.
Linda, of All & Sundry, seems to be having a quarrel with her husband. Apparently he “scheduled a drywaller today, then disappeared into work meetings and became unreachable” and while Linda says the worker was “very very nice, and is a friend of a friend so works cheap”, she wanted twitter to “tell me I’m not completely crazy for being LIVID”. Meanwhile, her husband didn’t understand what all the yelling was about.
And then all holy sriracha enema broke loose. Linda’s rage grew until people began to wonder if she had been caught in the blast of gamma radiation, and she let it all loose on twitter.
Yep, she left the kids with her husband and took off to the honeymoon suite to enjoy the rainforest shower. She is now posting pictures of the Screw That Jagweed Holiday Hotel, and going to movies in her pajamas. She says her husband might “be like, how could you air our dirty laundry this way?” but Linda don’t curr – she claims “I’m done having secrets that make me feel bad.”
So let’s just sit back and see how this goes. Popcorn and box wine available at the concession stand.
If you’re wondering why you’ve never heard this story before, don’t worry – you have. Just not this new version.
One version tells of a young Cecily joy riding with a friend’s car and being forced to apologize.
Pretty quickly we found their liquor stash, and soon we found their car keys, and we were driving their car through town, drunk…It was New Year’s Eve of 1981 when my mom asked me about the car…I was sure she knew everything, and I immediately confessed…I remember sitting in the house when the owners came back, forced to tell them what had happened, my mother rigid at my side. I remember the husband of that family looking stricken, saying, “Even now, I find myself wanting to trust you. How could you do this to us?” I remember feeling shame and yet burning with resentment, thinking that they were rich (they weren’t, the car was actually pretty old), what did it matter that I drank their booze and trashed their car?
In an earlier version she claimed “I got put in jail for a few hours as a kid to try to scare me straight after I stole a car at 13.” Now via twitter she is evidently claiming she was not arrested – only the black kid involved was - and saying “only white people” don’t believe her story.
It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t add up; intarwebs reporters are still spreading her dubious tale around in their stories about the hashtag. Cecily whined to her facebook audience ”I’m still getting press requests”, and tweeted this self-important statement:
…as if the press are chasing her down for comment like she’s Kate Middleton walking out of Boots with a pregnancy test.
So it looks like all her couch based hashtag activism has finally paid off by giving her a last stab at notoriety. I can’t wait to see how our new voice of racial justice changes the world, one “brown boy” at a time.
Cecily Kellogg, couchtivist, is yet again throwing her weight at her keyboard in order to stand beside those wronged by the Ferguson Decision. In a piece she claims she was “asked to write”, Cecily compares being on food stamps and watching some kids throw rocks at baby birds to the feelings of helplessness and frustration in the African American community. She then muses about the unfairness of having a white child.
Tonight too many of my friends are crawling into bed with their brown children and weeping because they don’t know if tomorrow or next week or next year it will be their child shot while his arms are raised in surrender…I will never know that fear. My pale skinned, blue-eyed daughter will most likely never be shot by the police, no matter how badly she behaves. I have never been more aware of that than I am tonight.
She goes on to say she “will take action” though we all know what action usually means for Cecily.
Mothers of the world, enlighten me – is this a normal thing you would share with the world? Because I tend to think this is major overshare. Maybe Jenna should save such moments to share as private anecdotes to tell her closest friends and family instead of posting them where her kids’ future classmates and prom dates can find them.
Ashlina Kaposta, “The Decorista”, evidently had a bad experience with a moving company. Rather than chalk it up as an object lesson in researching companies before you hire them, Ashlina decided to take to instagram and call for America to close its borders.
Maybe I don’t love my furniture like Ashlina…but this just seems like a really extreme reaction to getting robbed by a moving company. Do we really need to end immigration because some brat in Dallas lost her couch?
Ashley, forever, is finally speaking out against all the evil women out there who don’t see the big red “Property Of” stamp on her husband’s face, and dare to have a crush on him.
A female friend had e-mailed him saying that a friend of hers had a crush on him…it was just a harmless message, right? No. It’s not harmless…That treacherous Jezebel! I have a problem with it. I have a serious problem with it.
Ashley then provides a list of reasons why your crush on her husband is terrible and awful and you’re a bad person who should feel bad. The list includes things like “you’re trying to lead my husband’s soul astray”, and it’s “disrespectful”. She says her husband is “strong in his faith, and never considered adultery, but I resent her trying to place temptation in his path”, as if it’s up to the women of the world to keep him free from “temptation”.
She goes on to berate you shameless hussies, asking “Were you thinking he would keep it from me, that you would have a secret friendship, that you would somehow be closer or more important to my husband than I am?”
Do I have a problem with you and your crush? Yes. Yes, I absolutely do. Does it matter now if your feelings change? If you move on to someone else? If you say you’re no longer interested? No. No, it doesn’t. Why not? It’s simply because your morals have already been shown to be questionable and because you cannot be trusted. Of course I trust my husband but trusting my husband does not mean that you are suddenly deserving of trust or friendship.
She concludes by claiming “forgiveness has been granted” to the “Jezebel” in question, which makes one wonder about the point of the post in the first place.
Looks like Jon is having a fun Sunday, if not a very smart one. Not sure documenting yourself driving around with open booze is the best way to celebrate a wedding, but hey, you do you.
Maybe Cecily can jump in and high five them for sticking it to the DUI checkpoint man.
Jordan Reid, the division by zero of lifestyle blogging, has treated us to her latest wtf outfit.
Friday night and the dancing shoes are ON. (Totally kidding; our plans are to go to Coldstone.)
Yes folks, this is how a 33 year old suburban mother of two winds up dressing for October trips to the ice cream shop when she’s balls deep in lifestyle blogging. How delightful.
And by “man portions” she means a piece of toast, three cherry tomatoes, a pinch of sprouts, two slices of avocado, a blob of nut butter, and four pieces of feta. Seems legit.
He’s still around on twitter, being classy.