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In August, I went on six dates in one week. I had decided that I was ready to look for a partner. Enough of this dating unavailable men a half-decade younger than me. They’d never seriously consider a relationship with me, my two children and our needy dog. No. I wanted to find an equal. A man who wouldn’t feel the need to step in and rescue me. I didn’t need rescuing.-snip-But two weeks later, the election happened. Once it was clear that Donald Trump would be president instead of Hillary Clinton, I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to gather my children in bed with me and cling to them like we would if thunder and lightning were raging outside, with winds high enough that they power might go out. The world felt that precarious to me.-snip-I’ve lost the desire to attempt the courtship phase. The future is uncertain. I am not the optimistic person I was on the morning of Nov. 8, wearing a T-shirt with “Nasty Woman†written inside a red heart. It makes me want to cry thinking of that. Of seeing my oldest in the shirt I bought her in Washington, D.C., that says “Future President.â€There is no room for dating in this place of grief. Dating means hope. I’ve lost that hope in seeing the words “President-elect Trump.â€
Of seeing my oldest in the shirt I bought her in Washington, D.C., that says “Future President.â€
See if you can exchange it for one that says "Future Sammich Maker".
Who knows how many men just dodged a bullet.
Who on Earth would want to date a "nasty woman" who throws up a lot and sleeps with her own children?!...
Maybe we will get lucky and this DUmmie won't breed again.
She looks nice in her pic, but she probably suffers from (or enjoys) utero-cerebral inversion.
The image from the article is a stock photo. I think this is her:https://stepville.com
There is no room for dating in this place of grief. Dating means hope. I’ve lost that hope in seeing the words “President-elect Trump.â€
The Post-Trump HaircutBy Heidi MitchellFor the past 20 years, Julianna Evans, the director of marketing for the Lumberyard, a contemporary performing-arts company based in New York City, has had the same flowing brown locks. Her stylist in her hometown of Washington, D.C., has been trimming her hair every 12 months for as long as she can remember, and always colors it the same medium-brown shade. Then came the November 8 election upset, and Evans fell into a downward spiral. “I cried for three days,†the Atlanta native, 45, recalls. “I felt like it was the worst thing, politically, that ever happened in my lifetime. It was catastrophic.†By Friday she noticed grays growing in, so she put on her big-girl panties and dragged herself to the drugstore. “Literally without thinking, I grabbed the Natural Black box by Garnier,†she says. “I was like, f** it! The election deadened my soul. I think I wanted to do something defiant to feel stronger.â€That sense of malaise is spreading across D.C. As women stare up at that glass ceiling still hanging over them and contend with a *****-grabbing kleptocrat moving into the nearby White House, they are collectively — however subconsciously — making their own statements of rebellion by challenging traditional notions of beauty. Just ask any hairstylist in the Beltway.
Eh, I've done worse. So have I, in my youth . . .But, I told them my name was Frank Solich and was outta there before sunrise. Leave a S/K 18" adjustable wrench behind, did we?
