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I really appreciate everyone who took the How The Grinch Stole Christmas For Womens Ugly Sweater to message me. After reading your comments, I really thought long and hard about my boyfriend’s family and whether or not I wanted to be with a partner who wouldn’t respect my boundaries. We got in one final fight when he nagged me to apologize to his brothers all separately. I told him that if he wore the sweater they bought me to our Friendsmas party (about 15-20 attendees) then I’d apologize. He immediately freaked and said “no”, and tried to argue they wouldn’t understand because it’s not their tradition. I explained that it had nothing to do with “tradition” but rather with my personal comfort level and whether or not the sweater was an appropriate article of clothing. I asked him why he felt uncomfortable wearing the sweater in front of friends, and he refused to answer. He froze up and that’s when I realized it wasn’t going to work out. He knew that it was inappropriate and he, himself, refused to wear it in public. Yet he was too stubborn to apologize and be on my side. I told him it wasn’t going to work out, so I guess I’m going into the new year single as a pringle. A few friends found out about the break up already, and this might have made me an AH now, but I sent them the photo of the sweater and explained what happened. I’m also glad to know that even people IRL were grossed out. I don’t know what will happen with his friendships with those people, but it’s none of my business at this point.

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Sasha and I locked eyes from across the How The Grinch Stole Christmas For Womens Ugly Sweater, my face likely showing as much piercing panic and horror as hers did, then we looked down at the kitchen island between us, and saw the same thing: the flames of the candles being ripped to the side like flags in a hurricane, glass shield having no protective effect under the hard, focused stream. It was only a second, but it felt like time stopped, watching those flames strain in a frantic dance under the breeze, and then… one went out. We both surged into motion at the same second. I screamed “getta lighter!” as I began to turn, but she’d already dived onto the counter top to tear open the drawer on the other side, ripping through the contents. I was moving as fast as my body could carry me with four steps of work-up, a few feet from the door, when the little hook-lock on the screen door snapped and both doors exploded open into the kitchen. I managed to catch the doors before they slammed all the way open, and put all my strength into slamming them closed and pouring my weight into them with my shoulders. Even though the doors were closed, the shrieking wind shut-out, it got louder inside… The ghosts were starting to scream. I looked back and saw Sasha hunched over the candles, braids of smoke seared off the hot, extinguished wicks, snaking around her head to mix and plume up into the light fixture. She’d re-lit 2 of them and was sparking the lighter on the 3rd when something slammed into the door so hard the force jolted through my shoulders into my toes. Sasha looked up at me with pure terror in her eyes. “LIGHT THEM” I screamed as another body smashed into the door.

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Great post, I’d love to see more. I’d also like to discuss some of the How The Grinch Stole Christmas For Womens Ugly Sweater. First off, I’m Gen X, not millennial, so I went through many many jean silhouettes before this. In the early 90s, we mostly wore a basic Mom jean/Seinfeld style. We also wore painter jeans, super wide leg house jeans, and low riding baggy style hip hop jeans. The mid 90s was dominated by bootcut jeans, but flares also gained popularity. I wore literally all of the above, except baggy jeans. I even had a rare pair of skinny jeans that were a throwback to late 70s/early 80s punk style which I wore with Docs. The 2000s were all about the low rise flares, which I loved, until skinny jeans came on the scene – of which I was an early enthusiastic adopter. I literally bought my first pair of skinnies and put all my flares away. Now I’m old, and I’m having trouble adopting new styles, but I’m definitely tired of skinny jeans. I think the problem for me is that I’m very short and bigger than I used to be, so all the new jean silhouettes make me look shapeless. One thing I noticed about the dated photos you shared vs the new ones is that the older ones do look, cuter and more put together to my eye, but they also read as “basic”. The new photos look more contemporary, but there’s almost an anti-fashion sensibility with the frayed hems and boxy silhouettes that I think look ok in the photos pictured but on an older, chubbier person just reads as sloppy and unkempt. Last fall I went out to do some errands in a new pair of mom jeans that I bought pre-frayed, and I was treated poorly by retail staff at a couple different places. I even got free food from a bakery, where I guess I was mistaken for a very poor or homeless person