Comments on: My Canadian Ex-Husband & Other Shameful Secrets

By: Andie D.

Andie D. — Sat, 30 Sep 2006 18:36:31 +0000

I love a “sordid” past. It makes for a more faceted personality. Those of us with a past are usually the fun ones, the ones you can be yourself with, the ones who will egg you on to do something “naughty”…. And I love it!

By: Jessica

Jessica — Sat, 23 Sep 2006 15:16:06 +0000

I’m like Jesus, I befriend all the whores and sinners and they flock to me like white on rice. I, too, admire a more colorful past because then I don’t have to make excuses for mine (although I have a painfully boring past, I like to live vicariously through others.)

It’s true, I don’t have a sordid past, but I only associate with those that do.

So, I’m in, right?

By: CrankMama

CrankMama — Fri, 22 Sep 2006 00:43:15 +0000

I love you ladies! Even smartasses like you, Emma. As for being proud and shouting from the mountain-tops, dearest college roomie M, that’s what I love about you. Personally, I think I’ll keep mumbling into my oatmeal.

By: SingleMama

SingleMama — Thu, 21 Sep 2006 17:39:58 +0000

Truly, I don’t even bother to tell people about how I ended up a mom. Most of them don’t believe me.

By: jen

jen — Thu, 21 Sep 2006 17:32:07 +0000

Totally and completely have a past. I even visit it sometimes in the present. I think my bad past could even include two minutes ago! I don’t think it sucks AT ALL. Even the pain I have endured…was worth it and truly made me the crazy whacked out fucked up character I am today.
Slainte Crankmama…I am lifting my glass to you! (well not like literally right now as I am at work and would be fired for drinking on the job…but ya know…later I will lift my glass to your damned soul!)

By: Michelle

Michelle — Thu, 21 Sep 2006 12:45:39 +0000

Shout it out from a mountain top sister! Amen!

I’m proud of my checkered past, and usually preface any details with “I had a REALLY freaking good time in my 20’s” I wasn’t always making the “most sound” decisions but I wouldn’t change a thing.

By: emma

emma — Thu, 21 Sep 2006 06:23:14 +0000

That was a joke, by the way.

By: emma

emma — Thu, 21 Sep 2006 06:21:27 +0000

Let me get this straight. The man who fathered your twins is not the man you are currently living with? I’m sorry, but you are not the person I thought you were. I am removing you from my blogroll forthwith and will continue to pray for your salvation.

A person who was once a fan.

By: MeL

MeL — Wed, 20 Sep 2006 18:57:00 +0000

Oh mama. Do you know how loomingly large I TOTALLY FUCKING FEEL YOU?! You do know, don’t you. C’mon, you know you do.

And you’re wearing your naughty underwear today, I can just SENSE it. I have a vague preoccupation with whether or not my son will remember, as a grownup, the time he got into the “naughty” drawer and came up with handcuffs, a leather flail, and a pair of unmentionably un-mom-like panties. Needless to say, the drawer is better locked now, but the only people I *really* worry will one day judge my past are the kids.

Then again, how cool would it be to find out my uber-mormon-squeaky-clean mother actually had a dark past I never knew about? Soooo cool.

Thanks for giving me something to think about this afternoon that doesn’t involve PBS programming or broken garbage disposers. It’s days like this that a girl needs to be reminded she is GLAD she has a past…

By: CrankMama

CrankMama — Wed, 20 Sep 2006 18:53:28 +0000

Ladies,
Maybe the key is to embrace our pasts and stop pretending to pass for whitebread…? A little risky, but maybe it’s the way to go!