Where the hell is Erisa?
 

No.

THIS. IS. JEOPARDY!

Following cars.
 

I have a convertible with white leather, what are you trying to say?

eta: are we on break?

Late and unoriginal observation
 

You utterly lack imagination. They don't compare.

Following cars.
 

Is it royal/electric blue and like 15 years old? I don't think so.

My Rant
 

Don't pay her a bit of attention, Pretty Lady. RP's still postpartum and the ole hormones have the poor dear all whacked out of her mind half the time. Why, it's a wonder she can cross the street without her husband's strong arm to guide her.

Where the hell is Erisa?
 

And to think that I atually spent a few minutes trying to come up with an answer...

Following cars.
 

My car is metallic blue. What are you trying to say?


eta: real leather though.

Where the hell is Erisa?
 

This is what she said before her comment about how she is ok with being not that hot because she has her family:

"Whatever. She still attacks me unprovoked, and she still is petty and divorced."

Leaving aside whether I am petty or not, for her to use the word "divorced" as an insult to a woman (note that there are many divorced men on the board whom she does not insulted in this fashion) is disturbing. Disturbing simply because if she thinks this way, others do. And she has a little education. Whatever. I'm a feminist and this bugs me.

End of earnestness.

Following cars.
 

Thanks.

eta: are we off of break?

NNOTD (Numa Numa of the day)

Following cars.
 

Yeah, but is it a piece of shit sky blue Cadillac? I heard some white asshole bought the last one.

Following cars.
 

Is it 1976 or older? Because I've seen some sweet old, Delta 88s and the like in metalic aero-blue, with white leather.

extra points if you've lowered it.

double extra points if you've installed hydraulics.

Am I late for Erisa?
 

That's because I am childless and unbalanced. And probably petty.

I would still do him. Hugh Laurie does nothing for me.

Where the hell is Erisa?
 

About the same time that ppnyc came back on the boards, a friend of mine got a letter from the wife of her ex-boyfriend. The letter was a reply to a letter my friend had sent her ex- a year previously. My friend's letter was a lament that things had not worked out between her and her ex, but that she wished him happiness with his new wife and the baby on the way.

The new wife felt it was necessary--a year later--to return the letter and to remind my friend that she (the wife) had won and my friend had lost. She flaunted the baby, and the marriage, and the man. She said that the pretty girls always win, and that my friend should lose weight if she ever wanted to find a man. She mocked and belittled and degraded my friend's previous love for her ex-, and she was mean and cruel and lording about it.

The same day my friend posted the letter, the same day I volunteered to beat the shit out of this horrible woman on my friend's behalf, I checked in here and found ppnyc was mocking RB for being fat and barely for being unmarried and dismissing the notion that she was immune from divorce, pain or heartache.

I decided that day that I really didn't want to come back here and be subjected to the crap that my friend, RB, barley, gwinky, the other FBetties and the poor female attorneys that work with ppnyc are subjected to. I decided to stay on hiatus for a few more weeks. I was planning on staying for a few more, but Sebby's obstinance on the PB sucked me back in.

ETA:

But my friend is an awesome woman, and so is RB and so is barely and so is gwinky and so are all the other FB Betties. And so am I. So fuck you if you think that my marital status is a mark against me. Fuck you if you think my childlessness makes me less of a woman. Fuck you if your inferiority complex about being "just" a paralegal makes you think that you have to find something that you're better at than us.

Where the hell is Erisa?
 

My best friend was so unhappily married only six months after the wedding that she broke out in hives that wouldn't go away. She and her husband didn't have sex on their wedding night because he called her a stupid bitch for misplacing the car keys at the wedding reception site, and they hardly had sex after they were married because he spent every evening locked up in his home office playing computer games. He fought with her all the time over money, even though they were living rent free in her grandmother's former house and were saving plenty. She told me that she wasn't in love with him, but got married to get out of her parents house, and that her two older brothers had both gotten married the previous year and she got caught up in the whole wedding frenzy, and her ex-boyfriend also got engaged and so she realized that door was shut.

I asked her why she didn't leave, and she said "Because I don't want to be 'divorced.' I'll be a 'divorcee.'" I replied that it was sexier than being blotchy.

She was raised Catholic and her mother was pretty controlling and judgmental (and so she probably said the word "divorce" as if it were "murder,") but that didn't stop my friend from losing her virginity at 15 or otherwise having premarital sex, using birth control, being pro-choice, and otherwise being a rebel. She's also an extremely intelligent woman, notwithstanding the mistake she made at 25, and a feminist. But the label of 'divorced' still struck her as a stigma. I just didn't get it and I chalked it up to not being Catholic.

By the way, she got over it and divorced him.

She has always had a lot of cats.