Lifestyle
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Best Hypoallergenic Cat Breeds
When I was younger, I had a majorly bad allergy dealing with cats — but I loved them. In fact, I was obsessed with them. (I still am, so I like to think of my childhood as a moment of "Crazy Cat Lady" training time.) I wanted a cat so badly, but unfortunately, my allergies prevented it until my parents finally caved in.
By Ossiana Tepfenhart7 years ago in Petlife
Sororities: Cult or Culture?
It was something I had been dreaming of since I was little, especially since I only had brothers. I imagined having a close knit group of friends who were the underdogs who still came out on top in a climactic show of a well deserved victory like the Mighty Ducks, Space Jam, or any other 90s underdog story so as soon as I got the chance, I did it. I joined a sorority. No, those creepy door videos and rumors of hazing didn't faze me, oddly enough and surprisingly enough, hazing is seriously frowned upon in my organization, which gave me relief that I had one less hoop to jump through. I went through Spring recruitment which is more laid back and conversational and you get to skip the 60 dollar formal recruitment fee, which was a plus, and once the girl I spoke to talked about her dislike of children, I knew I found home.
By Sydney Moore7 years ago in Viva
Step Parent Part 1
Parenting is hard under the best of circumstances, but under the worst circumstances, it can be and is a nightmare. It's like a walk on a long dirt road all alone, no one to talk to, no one to share what it really feels like. No one cares no one sees and everyone just closes their eyes to your pain; it doesn't matter to them they only see what they want to see. So why do it? Trust me, I have asked myself that question more times than I can count. Still do to this day. My mother said once that I must enjoy making my life harder than it has to be. Truth is I love my husband and would never leave him. Truth is no matter what is thrown at me and no matter how much I am hurt by these children, I do love them. Does that make me pathetic? Honestly? I don't know. Some times I feel that way. Sometimes I get in the car and drive, music cranked up and I scream as loud as I can. I yell. I cuss. I cry. But at the end I drive back home and start again. This is my story. This is what I have been through and this is what I have felt and do fell. It is my rant. It won't be pretty and it will not be sugar coated. For years I have kept this all bottled up and hidden in the darkest places of my heart, mind and soul. I haven't shared this with family and only one friend has heard most of this. So why now do I write this down and share it? Simple, I can not keep it locked away any longer. I no longer feel embarrassed. What I feel is pain and anger and I feel done most days. I feel alone in this and I am done feeling alone. Maybe others can relate or maybe others will hate me, but if there is just one person out there that is going through the same type of thing and that person feels alone, then they will know that they are not alone. And since I decide to write this all down and throw it out into the world, I feel a weight lifted from me. For the first time in a long time I feel good. So here it goes and I'll see where this journey takes me. Who knows maybe I'll even be happy in the end.
By Deanne Jensen7 years ago in Families
Why Female Breadwinners Struggle With Relationships
Being born a female means that you're going to live your entire life dealing with double standards and mixed messages. This is a major reason why we need feminism right now. It's not fair to us, nor is it healthy for society to have these double-standards, either.
By Ossiana Tepfenhart7 years ago in Viva