[–] LardHammer 0 points 3 points 3 points (+3|-0) ago
I don't understand what's going on over here. You click on the author's name in the article, click on the facebook link, and the lady with the two kids are apparently her?
I am utterly confused.
[–] BioRito 0 points 3 points 3 points (+3|-0) ago
Only someone who has never done any strenuous activity could have written that. They've never felt the rush of endorphins and dopamine that come with it. All they've ever felt is the poor, cheap substitute of ever-increasing sugar overloads in their blubberous, overfed, insulin-resistant bags of putrefaction they call their bodies.
I can tell you without a doubt: Fit mom feels amazing.
[–] Gimme_Shelter 0 points 3 points 3 points (+3|-0) ago
This article was disturbing on so many levels. Since when does health cause misery? I have spent 2 years trying to get my health and fitness back after an accident. The fitter I get the better I feel
[–] wmeth 0 points 2 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago
Something tells me Sammantha Wassel is a fat, lazy housewife that sits around all day eating junk and watching Oprah while it's hamelets tun around it's filthy fucking house, because cundishuns make it hard to clean. And having standards as a Mother is just too patriarchy.
[–] Carsandsarcasm 0 points 2 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago
Spoken like someone who has never attempted a healthy lifestyle. "Stressing over calories and counting push-ups." That's not how it works, and if you had tried, you would know that. All this article is is the writer projecting her own insecurities.
This is a bunch of horseshit. The insecurity needed to write something like this... unimaginable.
[–] Red_August 0 points 4 points 4 points (+4|-0) ago (edited ago)
I can just picture the author sitting at her desk after her morning school run, staring at her empty blog textbox. She's stuffing her pie-hole with donut after donut to quell her fee-fees. That morning she saw that MILF wave at her again, the one with the new clean car, the perfect smile, the perfect kids, the perfectly put together doing-the-school-run-then-going-to-the-gym ensemble. That "skinny bitch"!
She's decides to write about that! Vent her fee fees! "I can't call her a skinny bitch on my blog!" But wait, nobody can be that perfect. She must be miserable! She stuffs another donut in her mouth and she starts typing on her dirty food encrusted keyboard. Everything about Ms Perfect's life has to be miserable. That skank! She's a victim of beauty standards! A miserable woman. A prisoner! The donut suuhgahrs start to take effect. Her fee fees quieten. Another donut. She's probably a bad mother too, selfish. Her husband miserable! Num num num. Another donut. Yeah! I'm loud and proud and in charge! She couldn't possibly have her shit together! No way! Num num num...
[–] ShitArchon 0 points 2 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago
As someone who has seen a lot of the attractive-white-mom-with-kids-in-sports at Chick-fil-A, I can imagine a slob who eats donuts would be jealous of the "skinny bitches." These people don't believe in CICO--they insist it's some complicated hard shit--and since differences are not believed to be due to our own actions, they get mad when there is inequality and some people do well, since it appears that they were bestowed with a good body.