я люблю постить ВСРАТЫЕ фотки, не несущие никакой художественной ценности, спасибо большое!!! у кого там что по новогоднему настроению? у меня настроение только сдохнуть, этот год вообще супер в плане усугубления моего ментального состояния; жду, когда меня уже, наконец, отправят в психушку. где все эти предновогодние развлечения, друзяшки, веселье, когда они так нужны?(((((
We have a real problem in this country. It’s called the soccer mom.
There are two types of soccer moms. There are the kind who look like they just rolled out of bed and generally look pretty slovenly. Then there are the “classy” soccer moms. They look different, but they’re two sides of the same coin.
The first type are generally really mean and condescending. They’re bitter cuz of the lives they’ve created for themselves and they need to make everyone around them pay! They look like shit and are dumber than a box of rocks. Their “fashion sense” consists of Mom Jeans and bad hair cuts. They love Oprah and The Cracker Barrel. They demean their husbands in public and they feel naughty cuz they’ve read 50 Shades.
The second type are usually snobby and condescending. They need all of us to know they deserve nothing but the BEST and use words like “divine” to describe simple things like their favorite flavor of (low-fat) ice cream. Le barf.
They also need you to know that they’re better than you because they drive Beamers and wear expensive name-brand clothes. They have affairs with their yoga instructors and smoke pot because it’s soooo like, totally irreverent, omg, and they’re so totally badass, you guys. Right? Right??💁🏻♀️
Both types of soccer moms use phrases like “make love” or “you go, girl!” Ugh. Le cringe.
Soccer moms seem to think we’re in some sort of competition with one another, where they have to be NUMBER🥇and I have to remember my station in life (it’s at the bottom, in case you’re curious).
Le sigh. There is no competition, love. We can be friendly with each other, even! Just stop with the posturing already because Idgaf.
You may be thinking, “Wtf is she talking about?” But trust me. Work retail for a month and you’ll run into these twats daily. They are the *worst*.