Don't start speaking in hushed tones about beach bonfires and boozy cabin camping trips. I'm not YOUR parent.
parents
babies
I don't actually hate your baby! It was just a thing I did for money once.
Julieanne in
Family Drama,
babies,
kids,
baby hatred,
facebook,
stfu parents,
parents,
embarrassing moments,
julieanne is a terrible person
Apr 9, 2013 at 12:00pm | 201 comments
divorce
You don’t generally associate “divorce” with “excellent personal finance education.”
moving back home
I knew my dad was relieved. He kept thanking me, saying, “At least I sleep better at night knowing you’re here.”
anonymous single girl
This One Gets a Little Personal. Spoiler: No Sex
making friends
Growing up, I was the girl who blasted Bon Jovi in the tiny subsidized apartment I shared with my mother, the one who preferred Friends to Martin and John Hughes to Spike Lee. Is it any wonder, then, why my mother would set me up on a Black Friend Date?
babies
Thanks to one scientist's "semen cures morning sickness" theory, pregnancy may become even more of a chore for ladies.
guilt
Am I alone in the ever-evolving guilty feeling that I'm not communicating with my parents enough?
family drama
How my mom and I fell into the type of mother-daughter relationship where we can jokingly chat about siblings having anal with each other on a Sunday night.
family business
I've heard some of the Beatles' kids want to start a band. Dooooon't doooo it.
alzheimer's
Am I ready for kids? Hell no. But that doesn’t stop me from thinking that I need to make it all happen now, this year, so she can be a part of it.
conde nast
I spent three hours chatting with xoJane readers last night on the internet -- and WILDLY enjoyed every second. Obsessed with you guys!
bad girls
Being the "easier child" means feeling inordinate amounts of guilt for the normal mistakes and hiccups of growing up.
family drama
Some would call it Kismet that my parents were having some financial struggles of their own and could use someone to help out with expenses -- I called it a steaming pile of personal failure.
'52 ford
“Dad, why did you make your insurance agent a belt?” I asked. Well, he explained, last time the insurance agent visited, he was wearing a poorly constructed belt.
