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And honestly, I get wanting to go to a certain party. I really do. But cleaning a FRAT house to do it while they sit back and laugh is so demeaning that I’m actually angry at the women who do! Working a shift, sure, if they are as well.
If wrinkles and grey hair are the price of keeping one’s dignity, I’m glad for every single one I have. (But I honestly don’t believe I would ever have been played this way. And I KNOW my daughter would laugh in their faces, thankfully.)
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