I also believe that above all else, this was a money laundering scheme.

That being said, I feel like there was a part of her that was hoping this documentary about her life would be revered as incredibly interesting and a work of art. Like, single digit ticket sales is incredibly bad… I don’t care who you are - that’s gotta sting. And that’s hilarious.

…y’all should work on that.

Why would she be sad about that if she really believes?

Because her loved one is no longer on Earth where she can live her life with him? My mom is 1000% a believer, and she was still an absolute wreck when my dad died, when my tia died, and when my brother died. Her only comfort is that “they’re in heaven”, but it did little to lessen the blow because she genuinely loved these people in her life, and now they’re just gone.

Erika eagerly jumped into the spotlight right after her husband was murdered, and has been happily riding the wave of new fame/attention. I’m not sure if you’ve ever lost someone that close to you, but there’s no way I could’ve pulled myself together enough to do that after my dad or brother died - much less if it was my life partner.

I agree with everyone in this thread - your situation is a special kind of shit that you need to get out of. It is not the norm for people to behave like that and there are truly wonderful people out there in the world.

But, you also have to be very careful with other people. Not trying to make you paranoid and certainly not trying to discourage you from escaping (cause you definitely should), but there are people that will try to take advantage and manipulate. Just try to be smart and be wary - you’ll find amazing people that are good to/for you, but you’ll likely have to sift through the garbage.

Best of luck to you. I hope your new life gives you so many beautiful and peaceful moments.

Damn nature, you scary

Aren’t you people supposed to be nice?

The polite thing to do would be to pick up your own garbage and toss it yourself.

/s

As a half Mexican who grew up with my Mexican family, spent a lot of time in Mexico, and has celiac disease (meaning I cant eat flour), I actually disagree. It makes me sad that I cant eat flour tortillas anymore - especially because my grandma’s home made flour tortillas were the fucking bomb.

That being said, street tacos only belong on corn.

Respectfully, I think you mean “should be”. Nothing has happened to make me believe that any of these fuckers will be held accountable for their bullshit.

Santa Claus/Christmas?

Have to go to the mall and sit on Santa’s lap to tell him what you want for Christmas. If you’ve been a good boy or girl, you’ll get it.

Sugar daddy relationships usually involve exchanging sexual favors for gifts. Quite a few of them also include kinks like bratting and/or praise kinks, i.e. “Good girl.”

The analogy should be pretty obvious.

Topic aside, I really dislike “articles” like this and I’ve noticed a lot of them lately. I know it’s well-known at this point that the bar for what passes as journalism these days is depressingly low, but like c’mon. This article is literally just, “Erika Kirk said this thing at this place. Now here’s a few quotes from random Twitter users”.

It feels like a few essays I handed in at school when I did 0 research and spent no effort, and just wanted to turn something in to get the teacher off my ass.

I’m still learning to bake so I promise this is an earnest question- why no egg wash? Was that a conscious decision?

My mama was an elementary school teacher and somehow got a tip that we could ‘work’ at the local Scholastic warehouse over the summer and get paid in credit we could use on anything in the warehouse. My family couldn’t afford for all 3 of us to get more than $10/each to spend at the book fairs, so we were soooo excited to have this opportunity. It was a fucking dream come true - we got so many cool books.

We’ll be the judge of that. What did you do?

First read through, I thought ‘puppy play’ meant literally playing with your puppy.

…you should be able to play with your puppy without feeling the need to fuck them. Your puppy isn’t the problem here.

An excellent question. I suppose it depends on the type of shit. Is it an easy-going stroll in the park? Probably wouldn’t bother to drop 'em below the knees. The kind that makes you pray to any god that might hear you? My panties are off, my shirt is off, and my dignity is gone. Hope that helps

I’m a ~4yr amateur apiarist (US based, but not one of the dumb ones… depending). These are actually great for serving our raw honey. It pours off perfectly if you spin it.

How silly of the artist to keep the tiny, black panties in

And if not, I sincerely hope that a cheeseburger takes me out before any of that.

When I was 18/19 in college, I met a guy through my brother’s work that was in his mid 40’s. We hung out with him and his girlfriend a lot and he was pretty good friends with my brother. He even met my mom and family, helped her with some construction projects she needed done (dad died when I was 15, so she didn’t have that extra help), and was invited to her wedding to my step dad.

Now we knew that this guy was an ex-con (the restaurant my brother worked at hired a lot of ex-cons), but we never really judged or pried into what happened. Honestly, this guy was always just chill, giving, funny, helpful, and respectful. I never got creeped out by him, and i never felt like he was inappropriate with me. We found out through a mutual friend later that this guy used to get paid to bleach the bodies of girls/women that had been raped and killed by others. To this mutual friend’s knowledge, our friend hadn’t actually done any raping/killing, but I was really struggling to feel much comfort in the fact that he “only” helped guys get away with it. Especially because I was a young, petite college girl at the time.

Anyways, I dont directly know of anybody ive met that has killed someone, but the fact that I know of somebody that did this horrible thing makes me think that you’re correct.

I feel like I’m “not allowed” either.

I grew up in a very religious household/extended family. When I was 19, I became agnostic. But I actually really enjoy the Christmas season and decorations. It doesn’t have a religious tie to me, but it has a nostalgic tie to me.

My husband is VERY jaded/exhausted/raged by Christianity as a whole. Their very existence pisses him off. So naturally, Christmas pisses him off.

But in a fantasy world where we could all get past this bullshit – I’d honestly be happy with either. I grew up with artificial trees, but real trees always seemed better. But killing trees to be a decoration in your home for a month seems wrong…

Final answer- artificial tree would be my choice if I decorated.