Hangry…
Serving up a pu pu platter of indigestible greed.
Eight months into the pandemic and people are still complaining and pushing back against wearing masks.
I’m mad as hell and can’t bleeping take it anymore. In 2020 women are still under fire from the opposite sex.
Household voting. I have been practicing this for years.
What’s bugging me right now?! Since you asked, I will tell you.
I can’t believe it’s 2019 and men are still dictating the laws regarding a woman’s body.
Forget social media. Money is the biggest influencer.
Wisdom and experience. Are they that valuable? No rush to judgment here, but screw ’em.
If women are tough bosses they are bitches. If men are difficult in the workplace they are strong and forceful. What a double standard.
“I’ll have Edward pick you up.”
Strike up the band. Super Bowl opponents are set. I am facing my own super sized challenge, running up against a tough team of house hunters.
Nancy Pelosi is 78 years-old. Recognition of timely advancements in the women’s movement is often focused on the young, vocal leaders.
Finally was able to get the Wicked Witch of Realtors to hop on her broom and fly away.
I’m a bit out of breath. I had to dig out my soap box from the basement storage area, unearth my power tool, assemble the box and then make the leap. I am now ready to commence my bitchfest.
Menstruation, training bras, first kiss, first time around the bases, first love, engagement, wedding day, pregnancy. All memorable moments in female lives.
I am not rewarding bad behavior, but Serena Williams was robbed.
Kelly, my favorite all-time babysitter, gifted attorney and fabulous mom, recently posted an article on Facebook entitled, Debt-ridden, tattooed, college-educated women are destined to die.
I just want to bitch slap the First Daughter/Wife.
Watching the news, you realize how much hatred there is in this world. Much is motivated by religious and racial bias.