DePriest Mom : MyBlogHer Profile

When I was a kid, a long, long time ago, back when America was still known for making stuff and before the term "politically correct" existed, I remember the closes thing to a social network in my youthful world was a phone number you could call and hear more than a dozen voices calling out there numbers to try and make a more personal connection.  My little girlfriend and I used to sneak Playboy magazines out of one of our dad's closets (I won't say who, so to protect both the guilty and the innocent) and we'd read the stats off the page to meet men that were much too old for us, assu  Read more >