I’m starting to wonder if I’m a terrible person for encouraging and enabling this man to cheat on his wife.
It’s time for another visit to the pages of Slate, where our progressive betters mull the quandaries of modern living.
I’m starting to wonder if I’m a terrible person for encouraging and enabling this man to cheat on his wife.
It’s time for another visit to the pages of Slate, where our progressive betters mull the quandaries of modern living.
Moral values on display.
Moral turpitude: a phrase not commonly used anymore.
Well, that t word covers a lot of ground.
I think the writer of the article should use their own photo to illustrate their column in order to bring about awareness to their plight.
and no, upon venturing into the central business district on the morning train, I will not give up my use of the middle armrest to one of their rolls, they’ll simply have to pile their arm’s roll (that flappy sail under their upper arm area, easily the most grotesque section (and most visible) of some women, possibly excepting all those concave dots on Minister Freeland’s short skirted upper thighs) onto one of their midsection rolls and hope it doesn’t all sway too much. I apologize for both using brackets inside of brackets, and possibly throwing you off your breakfast with this mental picture of Minister Freeland with her dotted thighs.
Freeland scares birds off a gut wagon. She’s not quite as attractive as flesh eating disease.
Let’s just say the people on Springer and Maury weren’t your stereotypes of urban, professional “progressives.” Hillbillies should not be throwing stones.
I’m so old I remember when the only fat people you saw were the politicians.
Ask the question another way.
“All the movies, TV shows, ads I have seen my entire life just have everyone getting along, while everyone sleeps with everyone. Is cheating even a thing anymore?”