An unfiltered fire hose of flaming condemnation


“Every time I’m out and I see the outline of someone’s temple garments underneath the collar of their shirt, I start to feel hot. I mean, especially in this weather. I can’t see someone else with that many layers of clothing on without feeling suffocated.”

“Is it like a burning sensation?”

“Yes, exactly.”

“And your whole chest seems to fill up with pressure?”

“Right, because I can’t imagine how uncomfortable they must feel.”

“That’s not empathy, Jon. That’s the Holy Ghost.”

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Heather B. Armstrong

Hi. I’m Heather B. Armstrong, and this used to be called mommy blogging. But then they started calling it Influencer Marketing: hashtag ad, hashtag sponsored, hashtag you know you want me to slap your product on my kid and exploit her for millions and millions of dollars. That’s how this shit works. Now? Well… sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride.

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