Lauren Sanchez’s Boobs Attend State Dinner
Lauren Sanchez’s boobs attended a White House dinner this week. Ostensibly, this event was to welcome the prime minister of Japan to Washington, D.C. during cherry blossom season. The actual star of the show was Jeff Bezos’s mistress’s décolletage.
Vacuum-packed into a red-lace couture corset from Frederick’s of Hollywood, Lauren Sanchez’s boobs were unavailable for comment, as they were slowly suffocating. However, their spokesperson, Lauren Sanchez, said via Instagram “Can’t wait to show you more tomorrow.”
More?
How much more do we need to see, Lauren? Are the girls having a coming-out party?
Avert your eyes! That bodice could explode at any moment! Nothing but a clenched fist on a granite countertop holds back our innocence.
Tracy, I can’t handle this much boob-age before breakfast.
I’m sorry, Lauren Sanchez’s breasts demand your full attention.
Were there other guests in attendance, such as the President of the United States, Robert DeNiro or Mr. Thingamawhozzit of Apple computers? No. There was only Lauren’s knockers. Boobs of such magnificence they created a path of totality.
Were you a lesser being eclipsed by Lauren Sanchez’s boobs? Accept your obsolescence. We can’t all dress like tarted-up Renaissance Faire wenches or Miss Kitty’s latest backroom saloon recruit.
Why are you being so mean about Lauren Sanchez?
Can’t the Other Woman make a fashion gaff now and then? Just because she sucks the dick of the patriarchy doesn’t make her a bad person.
I’m giving Lauren Sanchez the attention she so desperately craves. Imagine the pick me dance that woman must live daily to keep the attentions of human dildo Jeff Bezos. If she injects anything else into her body, we’ll have a silicon shortage.
Poor Lauren won him, now she has to keep him.
Meanwhile, MacKenzie Scott is somewhere in sweatpants giving away billions to charity living her best life. #TeamMacKenzie
Tracy, where is the Friday Challenge?
Here it is: Tell CN about your attention-getting Schmoopie stunts. Did anyone wear tacky lingerie to a White House dinner?
TGIF!
This was AFTER FW moved out of the home (about 6 months after I filed for divorce) and FW was technically living with his father, but apparently spent the night at APs for his birthday. I could have cared less- I nearly did cartwheels in my driveway when he moved out (kept it professional for my kids). So around 7 or 8 am in the morning on a school day, my son was riding his skateboard around our basement as he does just before school, then he left the basement. The basement is where I keep an old fashioned answering machine that plays messages OUT LOUD so everyone in the house can hear. Son had just left and there is a call and a message left on that machine by AP.- I’ve never seen or spoken or had any confirmation who AP really was (FW never cheated of course) but there was AP ON MY HOME LANDLINE PHONE leaving a message. She pretended she was calling FW but had ACCIDENTALLY called the house of the wife of her married lover (the numbers aren’t even close- this was deliberate and honestly, comical). Her message (directed at FW) said something like “Hey honey, looks like my mailbox is damaged can you check it out when you leave My house” (I remember her referring to HER house a lot- I guess she thought that would impress me? or maybe she wanted to be sure that I knew that FW was STAYING AT HER HOUSE- as if that would be shocking to me or that I would care. I didn’t react to this OBVIOUS ploy/pick me dance invitation or whatever it was. It was many months before I even mentioned it to FW. I laughed a little, but was PISSED because our 12 year old son was mere minutes from having to hear that message- he knew nothing of the affair (still doesn’t 5 years later) and that was NOT the way I wanted him to find out. I’ve never heard from AP ever again- they are living together somewhere in the next state over in her house (40 minutes away from us) and she is STUCK with him. Good luck with that AP.
I suspect the attempt to incite a pickme dance-off has something to do with attachment disorder related to Cluster B. Due to whatever horrible childhood abuse and betrayal they endured, I read that some disordered types actually feel plagued and chagrined by their own tendency to repeatedly go sour on everyone close to them because infatuation always turns to emptiness and hate. I remember something pop rock serial douche John Mayer said in an interview about how, if a drug existed that would make him love the same person for the rest of his life, he would take it. Talk about a flaming red FW flag.
I wonder if it’s because the disordered person has such deep self loathing that, if anyone accepts them, that partner then falls under the “umbrella” of the disordered person’s low self esteem– like not wanting to join any club that would have them? Whatever. In any case, I imagine this endlessly repeated souring process can get depressing after years of failed relationships. Consequently, going after someone inaccessible is about the only way to prevent infatuation from dissipating. But if that inaccessible object suddenly becomes accessible (because, say, their chumped spouse dumped them), the attachment disordered person might feasibly attempt to engineer or fabricate some illusion of “competition” to stave off their own inevitable disenchantment. By that token, desperately trying to whip up a triangulated rivalry is sort of like taking Viagra for withering “wuv.”
“Consequently, going after someone inaccessible is about the only way to prevent infatuation from dissipating. But if that inaccessible object suddenly becomes accessible (because, say, their chumped spouse dumped them) —“
or the poor chump MARRIED him…. Yes, and he would repeatedly, over and over threaten to leave or act out (let me suspect or see) his cheating lying behaviors. And I would predictably cry and protest how much I loved him and needed him… Faaugh- it makes me sick. I loved him as best and completely as I could. That this was used against me in such a perverse and despicable is incomprehensible to me, which is likely why it took me so long to see his behaviors instead of focusing on his words.
thanks again for your spot-on insight, Hell of a Chump.
I really appreciate your posts!
Agree. My FW’s schmoops became disenchanted when she couldn’t get FW to successfully manipulate me into meeting her. There were multiple attempts over many years and I turned them all down. She lost interest in him and went on to bang other guys, but kept him around to use. Just knowing she was cucking a complete stranger was not enough to keep her excitement up. She needed to watch me suffer. I think many of these people, both APs and FWs, are sexual sadists, only not necessarily physically. The infliction of emotional pain turns them on. To them it’s the ultimate demonstration of power, which is at the heart of sadism. It’s silly and pathetic, because anybody can cause pain to others quite easily. One of the things that stuck with me from Schindler’s List was how Schindler convinced the Nazi to give the victims on the train water by saying that to show kindness was also an expression of power. It is, but it’s not power over others as the Nazi thought in that moment. It’s personal power, the power of the self to choose righteously, which is the only power that matters. It’s something that FWs, APs and Nazis alike will never have.
Wow, I always think of that series of scenes in Schindler. Do you remember how quickly Goeth got bored with playing at the “merciful” expression of power? More than just stemming from a pure need for power, I think sadism is also partly reenactment compulsion so the cruel part of it is essential and the “power to do good” simply wouldn’t fill t he bill.
From what I’ve read, when serial killers torture and terrorize, it arguably comes from a need to make someone else go through a similar experience– at least in a symbolic sense– to whatever originally turned the serial killer into a serial killer by killing their soul. But this time the killer gets to experience this process of destruction from the perspective of the perpetrator rather than as the victim.
From what I understand, reenactment is usually about compulsively and repeatedly replaying a traumatic experience in a way that changes/improves the outcome in some way (like, say, compulsive side pieces with whore-mongering daddy figures getting to play the supposedly sought-after “whore” because this seems far preferable to being the humiliated chump). By the same token, I wonder if, from a dysfunctional “kill or be killed” perspective, victimizing others is almost a superstitious rite to ward off being victimized because, in the perp’s twisted experience, one is either one or the other and nothing in between.
Yeah, he only believed Schindler in that moment because Schindler was a ladies man and he admired that, being a loser with women himself.
I think you are right about reenactment basis of it, and violent sociopaths do tend to believe that you are either a predator or you become prey. I know my FW was, in part, trying to reenact his alcoholic cheater daddy’s life and somehow make it turn out okay in order to get over feeling rejected by his father. It’s kind of like; “Look, Dad. I made it turn out well for you. Do you love me now?” Naturally, that was a miserable failure.
You bring up a third potential motive for victimizing others: groveling for amnesty from the ghosts of their past through emulation, kind of like, “See, I’m just like you, daddy! I’m a good boy please love me/don’t hurt me…” .
I knew there was a reason John Mayer always made me nauseous.
He nuked his own career after making a series of racist, sexist and all around narcy statements.
They’re so desperate to “win” the contest and the prize is a big box full of shit. Heart warming!
Yes- the hot shit on toast quickly changes to a cold fart on very stale bread.
Seriously, wherever FWs go, there they are. APs can’t seem to wrap their head around it – the problem is the FW. Good luck indeed.
If I’m allowed to ask, why doesn’t your son know? Is that something the court mandated? Just for safety reasons of some sort? Just curious!
Initially I was waiting for our divorce to be finalized (took 5 years- just final last September) Now I think it’s safer to wait till he’s 18- but mainly he has ZERO interest in knowing WHY we are divorced so I’m waiting for any questions that might come- they haven’t yet. If he asks, I’ll absolutely be honest, but so far he just doesn’t want to talk about it. I have 100% custody and the kids only see FW for an hour or two a week so I’m hoping eventually they will understand the true meaning of “fuckwit”.
That’s completely understandable. And it seems good to wait it out, when they don’t seem to be interested in knowing. The kids themselves have a lot to process, too.
I’m sorry your divorce took so long, though! Ugh.
OW was peeing on your answering machine staking her claim to a fuckwit.
HAHA!! he’s ALL YOURS HONEY!!!! -glad I threw that answering machine out lol
My ex’s Schmoopie has the same mantra of Lauren Sanchez, aka Kootchie Mama “have big boob job, must show ‘em off”. Both men too stupid & too egotistical to realize people are laughing at them, not admiring them. My kids find it gross that their dad’s GF acts like a tween & a pinup girl. But as they say, Dad seems to like that….so sucking at the dick of the patriarchy is a definite Other Woman trait. But Sanchez tries and sells us “women power” at the same time. What a laugh. A pair of boobs & a couple of bozos.
I am udders – hear me roar!!!
I honestly don’t understand how anyone finds this attractive at all. I’m not talking about Bezos — who cares what he’s into — but her followers, paparazzi, etc. Are they just fascinated by the money and plastic? She looks so tacky.
Not schmoopie — all of the stunts were the Kunty Kibbler’s, most notably:
After being told by the court to move out of the family home, she also spent the first few months madly posting female empowerment, “men have no emotional intelligence” memes, gifs, etc. Apparently she’s back at it again now that she’s divorcing schmoopie.
UX— Urp and super urp! For the kids to see…disordered with a big D. Gah. So sorry. Just when I think I’ve read it all
Gross. Her lack of self awareness is off the charts.
As a lifelong feminist, I hate the rainy day variety who only try to appeal to the “sisterhood” in moments when blowing the patriarchy and regularly throwing other women under the bus didn’t quite pan out.
Oh, dear. What a dumpster fire!
Wait — KK is divorcing Carrot Top Singer? (Am I remembering this correctly?)
It’s Carrot Singer. And he was just a fuckbuddy what I was able to to confront. She’s divorcing Chlorine Special/Rider of the Purple Dildo.
I know, you sometimes need a program.
I need a program and footnotes because I’ve always been intrigued about the reason for the nicknames!
There needs to be Venn diagrams. Something.
A spreadsheet!!!
I missed the Schadendeliciousness that she’s divorcing Schmoopie! What podcast will it spawn?
I want a podcast and supplemental flow chart so I can follow along.
What tattoo will it spawn? Is there yet another birdcage? Surely she has room for more ink to memorialize this event!
Actually he’s more of “near schmoopie” — the Chlorine Special (formerly Rider of the Purple Dildo) came along a very respectful 9 days after the shit hit the fan. But he was the one flaunted to the world until he became “just way too difficult to live with” (as if he just became that way overnight, a complete surprise)
As for possible podcasts spawned . . .
This is our mutual acquaintance, from whom KK is divorcing?
Living My Breast Life!!!
This American Liar has so much potential. 🤣
Booberman Lab for the win!
No my fw’s whore pretty much stayed in the alley until someone dropped a dime on him and she got hustled off to another job in the city instead of being under fw (no pun intended). But to be fair, folks were pretty much disgusted by FW and her. I think it takes a lot to disgust the “elite” of DC or Hollywood.
But: “I’m giving Lauren Sanchez the attention she so desperately craves.”
Yes, this. Don’t put it all out there and then complain folks are objectifying you. Shades of Mae West. Poor Mae didn’t have the technology to have her face stretched, and fat sucked out, she had to use smoke and mirrors. But at least she was entertaining.
Eh, having cleavage is no reason to be mistreated. I wasn’t “asking for it” when some coworker at a place I worked at sexually harrassed me regularly, even if one of the times he did it I was wearing a v-neck t-shirt. I was wearing it because I liked it, not for some pick-me BS. And dressing modestly never stopped the jerk, either.
But in this case it’s funny, because she’s a schmoopie, and most likely is some pick-me BS. Schmoopies love pick-me BS; why, I don’t understand.
Boobs are political. I thought about reduction surgery a million times since my late teens but I’m too squeamish and afraid of pain. I’m not actually that massive but the rest of me is on the thin side so it increases the effect. The street harassment when I was nursing (from both men and women) bordered on catastrophic. Trying to cover them up with baggy clothing was only perceived as low self esteem and sexual shame which seems to invite even more random abuse than if you were confidently hanging them out there. This is why I’ll never understand boob jobs. Why would anyone invite that misery?
Oh, 100%. I’ve talked about this a lot before with people. I’m in the same boat as you, and I have a really unusual size that makes bra shopping expensive and difficult. I also find them to be uncomfortable and leave bruises, no matter how many times I’m fitted. So I’ve stopped wearing them the past couple of years.
I’m sure you can imagine the rest.
I don’t fully understand why people get boob jobs either. I assume a feeling of dissatisfaction? Some of it, as I mentioned in a different comment, is sure to be body dysmorphia, as apparently that’s a cause of plastic surgery addiction. Gender affirmation, in cases of trans people. Outside of that… your guess is as good as mine.
Reminds me of when I first developed as a teen, I’ve always had big boobs, they just popped up like meteorites when I was about 12. And the guys in my working class neighborhood were all wolf whistlers and cat calls. SO embarrassing. I’m still stooped over from so many years of trying to hide them. Probably the relationship of women and breasts is like what guys have with their penises – except we can make them larger, yay!
I can’t slouch because it worsens an old sports injury. But standing up straight looks like you’re putting the things on display and inviting comment. There’s no way to win. Consequently I always have a real soft spot for people who are born with bodies that don’t suit their personalities. For instance, I worked with this 6’5″, be-muscled black guy who was the sweetest person you ever met on top of being nerdily intellectual. I knew it wasn’t fake, both because of working with him for a year and literally never seeing a flare of egomania and also from meeting his girlfriend. She was just too blissed out and fancy free to be living with a covert abuser. Anyway, at one point he described how, everywhere he went, there were always these insecure Napoleonic types who wanted to fight him because he was so imposing but he didn’t want to fight anyone.
Perhaps I said it wrong. I never said she asked to be mistreated. She wore that clothing to get attention and she got it.
I am pretty sure she knew what she was wearing was inappropriate for the situation, but she wanted to be noticed. She likely got some thumbs up and some thumbs down.
She looked completely inappropriate for a state dinner, the same as if some steroidal celebrity dude showed up in a banana hammock with his turgid junk in everyone’s face. What’s even scarier is that it’s a measure of how our political system has gone full oligarchy when latter day robber barons don’t even bother to make a faint nod to convention. By bringing “that” to an important political event, it’s a clear “fuck you, I own the system.” To exploited Amazon workers, I’m sure it has shades of Mussolini parading his tacky mistress all over Rome during his reign.
Unfortunately, it is about how much money they can give, and JB can give a lot.
I feel like Citizens United was the harbinger of End Times. Bleah.
I constantly feel like a prissy anachronism, but my reaction is that I feel embarrassed for her. And I further think that the White House should screen its guests better and not invite Jeff Bezos if he doesn’t know what is expected of him.
I don’t feel sorry for her, She is pushing 60. As far as I know JB was properly dressed. She is a big girl and I assume she chooses her own wardrobe.
I also hold no allusions of any lofty standards of the white now or in many years.
Ah, I get you. Yes, you have to dress for the occasion. I don’t know much about these sorts of events – I imagine you dress much more “business-like” for a political event, but when you look at dressing for the MET, or Coachella, or big media events… there’s some wild outfits. So I guess I just kind of saw it as a famous person dressing the way they do with their wild designer clothes.
I hope I don’t come off as rude. I just hesitate to call anyone “dressing for attention” at first glance, because most people, I think, dress it what makes them feel good and look good. Sometimes it’s in unusual ways, or something we may percieve as ridiculous, but it’s what makes them feel comfortable and confident, you know?
But these are the rich and famous, the people who have entire teams working on how they’re perceived. So you’re probably right on the money. Eck.
Lauren Sanchez was late for the State Dinner by a few minutes, but her boobs were on time.
Unfortunately (or fortunately?), I don’t have any stories about schmoopie attention-getting. For my FW, there was no schmoopie – just a string of hookups, flirtations, sexting buddies, etc. Is there a difference between men and women on this? I imagine the men my exFW fooled around with were probably like “a relationship with a woman with kids? Nah, I’m good.”
Oh hey I just thought of one, it wasn’t a fasion stunt. About two months after FW left, soon after he filed he came over to talk to me, came in and said something, then said in a faux uncomfortable tone: “whore is getting phone calls from someone”, indicating I was harrassing whore. I told him I had never not once called whore, and that I would never give either of them the satisfaction.
I didn’t think of that for a long time, as I was still in a frozen zone then. But later I wondered if my mother in law had done it, then I realized that “who gives a shit” I know I didn’t.
I told my son that in one of our conversations not long ago, and he said for one thing even if you did so what, she screwed around with your husband for at least three years, she is lucky she didn’t get worse. It was funny, but I never once called that whore, I honestly didn’t even consider her as anything but his whore among many others, by his own admission.
In hindsight I wonder if it wasn’t something fw just made up because I wasn’t contacting him, or begging him to come back. After learning the pathos of cheaters, that could have been an attempt on his part to keep the buzz of triangulation burning strong.
I, too, was accused of making a phone call, not to the OW but rather to her husband. You see, both FW and AP were cheating on their respective spouses (and sleeping in each other’s marital beds)–a triangulator’s wet dream!
FW and AP called me from their car soon after D-day; they were all atwitter about an imagined interaction between their two spouse. It never happened. I never called him; and he never called me. Although I told my then-husband that I had not reached out to the guy, he insisted I had because her husband used some of the same language that I’d used: “entitled,” “narcissistic,” “betrayer,” “bd character,” and “liar.” Maybe her ex had found CL. Who knows? One can only hope…
As much as they begged me not to call the guy (threatening that if I did, I’d have “blood on my hands” ), I really think they wanted an interaction. That kind of drama titillated them, which speaks volumes about their character.
Honestly it really ticked me off. I didn’t think until just recently that maybe it was my mother in law, because fw was not speaking to his mother for a while and she was desperately trying to find him. But, I kind of doubt it was her.
Any way it freaked me out a bit, and the next day I had my locks changed on the house because it made me feel unsafe. The only ones who had extra key was my ex and my mother in law.
The only time I ever even called my ex was once to tell him he needed to file because he was the one that wanted a D, and later on when his mother turned on me and was taking stuff from my property, I called and through tears told him if she took one more thing I was calling the Chief of Police to file a complaint. She stopped.
I was crying because we had interned our 16 year old dog a year earlier by the garage with a snoopy figurine made out of concrete, and she took it. So I blubbered that she had been taking stuff from the garage and from our yard and she took Kam’s headstone.
Snoopy returned it its rightful place. She had already asked me for gifts that she had given me years before. I gave her a couple back and then when she asked again I told her no, those were gifts and I am entitled to keep any gifts.
She did give me a large antique vase and she gave her daughter the matching one years before that. She never mentioned it for some reason, but not long before the D was final I gave that to her daughter. I figured that if I gave it back to mil she would give it fw and then ow would likely sell it or hock it. I saved a few smaller items to give to my grandchildren.
From what you’ve said in the past, I do get the impression he would have come back to you but just couldn’t figure out how to swallow his ego and he knew you wouldn’t do it anyway. I wouldn’t be surprised if he made that up just to have an excuse to talk.
That is kind of you. Who knows. My now husband told me years ago that he believed fw recognized what he threw away, but he likely knew he had burned his bridge.
Well, susie, they can’t come back from this. Even if they are genuinely sorry, and some of them may be, how can they prove that? they can’t. Even if you can forgive what they did, how can you ever trust them in the future? If they did it once, they can do it again unless they genuinely change themselves. But how do they prove that? They put themselves into these positions and expect us to rescue them from their own folly, but there’s not enough room in the life raft.
Yep, it was indeed painful, but I am so grateful that I got away. I honestly would not and could not have lived the life he went on to live. It would have destroyed me.
I have no issue with surgery if that is what you want and can afford, and I get that folks whose livelihood depends in part on their looks. However, the reality is that the first surgery usually helps a lot, but beyond that it just looks like stretching a canvas tighter and tighter.
I looked up some old pics of her and she had a very pretty face, the stretched out face in that pic bears no resemblance to what she really looked like.
I think women/men can add a few years of youthful appearance with some minor tweaks, but they seem to go too far and with few exceptions most end up looking like franken-humans.
It’s just not an appropriate outfit to wear to a State Dinner with the PM of Japan. I don’t think it’s the boobs…..it’s the outfit. So inappropriate and I think, rude. The PM and his wife should be the focus of attention at such an event – not to mention the Bidens.
True, I am not against sexy clothes, but definitely not the place or time.
Yup. It might have been a great dress for the Oscars or a music award show or something like that, but not a formal State Dinner.
I think some of that has to do with them more than likely having body dysmorphia and not seeing what’s actually there – to my understanding, that’s common with people who regularly get plastic surgery.
I guess I’m lucky to be too broke to even consider the idea.
A study of “intrasexual competition” between women in Brazil found that chronic depression and body dysmorphia were predictable in mate poachers and others who engage in aggressive strategies to compete for mates.
That makes sense to me – you’re constantly having to compare yourself to others to compete. I know all of that worsened in me during my relationship with a FW. Now, I wasn’t the OW, but either way you’re “competing” against the other.
The trauma of being cheated on isn’t a fair test of character, especially since cheaters tend to be abusive and therefore scary in other ways so it’s like being thrust into competition at proverbial gunpoint. Even people who normally put zero stock in appearance and aren’t sexually competitive can be “hacked” into temporarily being so by being chumped.
I think it has a lot to do with survival fears because humans are apes with smart phonse. Aside from the deadly threat of STDs due to a cheating partner, the underlying message is that, as nasty as FWs can be if they still need a chump for sexual service, imagine how dangerous they could become when they find a “replacement” and no longer require the primary partner’s “service”? Do the gloves come off further? How bad can that get? In an evolutionary, lizard brain sense it’s fundamentally menacing.
Furthermore, at least among our closest ape cousins, female chimps without offspring who become jealous of fellow female chimps with infants may kill and eat those infants. It suggests there’s a hardwired fear that, when a member of our species is in mating competition with us, they might quickly turn dangerous.
“humans are apes with smart phonse” – yes. And nuclear weapons.
Check out the time on the Doomsday Clock. 🙁
Agreed; I don’t judge the character of victims based on how they acted during their abuse (for the most part/with exceptions/etc), nor did I mean to come off that way! Obviously, an OW and a chump are not in the same position. I bet it becomes a cycle that feeds itself, however – the more they participate in it, the more it feeds that “competitiveness,” as well as feelings of inferiority and BDD. After all, you always have to be “better” than any potential partner.
Note, though, that despite my lifelong dysmorphia and self-esteem issues, I’m not naturally competitive like that at all. I wonder what triggers that competitive desire otherwise?
I assume covert or overt incest in family of origin is the basis for psycho level intrasexual competition. From working in a FW-filled industry and seeing a lot of sexual jockeying for status, I learned that a lot of the women who behaved this way had experience some form of sexual abuse in childhood. Though most survivors don’t engage in this, the people who do arguably didn’t really “survive” but instead internalized the worst role models.
I think one form of covert sexual grooming is the way that domestic abusers weaponize children against the victim parent. Dr. Christine Cocciola, who’s a spearhead for coercive control legislation as well as a survivor of it herself, describes this process of weaponizing children through subjecting children to the same operant conditioning (lovebombing coupled with random punishment). Most of Cocciola’s advocacy focuses on how to protect children from this before they become completely brainwashed.
I think there’s something ultimately seductive in that grooming even if it doesn’t involve literal sexual abuse because the abuser parent is “pitting” the child against the victim parent. The abuser parent will draw the child into the role of adult confidant/ally which is parentizing and already crossing a sexual boundary.
To the extent that, like DV, most coercive controllers are male and most victims of it are female, boys and girls raised with these dynamics may theoretically develop a lifelong compulsion to punish women because punishing mommy was how they were able to grovel for amnesty from daddy’s wrath in childhood. I imagine that it becomes like a superstitious rite, like they need a female scapegoat at all times in order to quell this anxious feeling that they’re about to be punished themselves.
Of course it could work in the reverse too– the need to claim a male scapegoat.
Very good point.
They opened an illicit massage parlor and an escort service last summer. I’ve been cooperating with various law enforcement agencies since then. LE is building a case; they are fooling no one.
Recently they took down the lone one star negative Google review which had been up for months and have been leaving their own phony five star reviews with total BS comments. It seems the visit from law enforcement, who left “a big fat citation” according to the officer who briefed me, spooked them. They’re busy trying to scrub their explicit ads to make it look like a legitimate massage therapy studio.
It’s actually a perfect real life metaphor for who he is…..a degenerate low life creep wearing a Nice Guy disguise, trying to make everyone think he isn’t who he really is.
It’s amazing – there just seems to be such a massive disconnect between what you are, from what I see here, and what he’s become. Why the hell would he WANT a set up like this – it’s the epitome of sleaze. How does an older man reach a point in life where his business mode is sex massage parlors? I do hope they’re not also trafficking young women into this but that probably goes along with the turf.
This is one of my role models and heroines:
https://youtu.be/odJRDx3tA0w?si=csTHJn-3xKcsV8uPPp
Miss Willie rocks.
Lauren Sanchez’s insides and outsides gross me out.
OMG, yes, I remember this lady – she was and hopefully still is, fantastic!!! She makes me think of one of the heroines of my youth, the wrestler The Fabulous Moolah! Moolah also fought off some burglar in her older years, IIRC.
FW rather than schmoopie, but there was that time, just after Ex-Mrs LFTT left the kids and I to be with her AP that she updated her public FB profile to state that she was in a relationship with him, despite being very much still married to me at the time.
I’m sure that doing this fed her ego and got her all of the online likes that she felt that she needed to validate her existence. What she didn’t anticipate was my Barrister using screenshots of it to prove that she was lying when she denied being in any relationship whatsoever and that he was “merely a gentleman friend who took her out to dinner on occasion.”
I guess that the lesson is about being careful about the attention that you seek, as it may come back and bite you.
LFTT
Oh yes, it sure can, especially in divorce court!
I think she pays The Daily Mail to run a lot of pictures of her. The level of meeeeeeeeeee is off the charts.
She’s really working for Bezos’ money. It wouldn’t surprise me if he’s got bimbos on the side and she’s trying desperately to hold on.
Sad way to live.
I think that’s very common – I don’t look at it that often but I think most of the pics and a lot of the articles are probably secret paid promotions – the Kardashians have always done a lot of that.
This is not going to be easy!!! The pick me dance against the whole world!! How long will Ms universe keep her bouquet of long stem roses? Is silicon forever?I guess as long as she writes a book, goes on Social media and doesn’t age, she has leverage. My #1 cheaters OW met him at Golds gym. I was pregnant 🤰, not a chance. Im.sure she looked hot. That was the last year my cheater looked hot too. He went from the best body ever( ever night” at the gym ” right 🏋♀️🏋♂️??) To 150 more pounds within 2 years of leaving me. He went to seed. Look Lauren has her man now but I say MacKenzie won the prize. Can we send her a copy of your book Tracy, free??? She needs to promote it this week!!! Lose a Cheater, gain a life!!!
Well….when you’re living a shitty life, at some point it’s gonna show. Also, spouses tend to take care of their spouses. You care about their health and welfare, not just the looks. Sometimes against their wishes or complaints – I tend to be a big nag when something is wrong. Schmoopie isn’t going to do that – she/he represents the easy life and definitely they don’t want to challenge FW or take a chance of losing him/her.
Yes, the Schmoopie’s like attention as much as the FWs. My exFW’s main cheating partner was basically a chubby chick with some very large breast enhancements. They looked more like watermelons rather than boobs. She loved to post her photos on line as well as to send them to FW (which being as he was not too birght, he saved on a family account).
My now fiance also has a FW. She has had multiple partners since their marriage ended in 2005, who seem to get progressively younger. Her current toy is about 15 years younger than she is. She send pics to their son and basically says “see what a handsome man I have!!!!” Current man is only about 5 years younger than the son. The kid promptly deletes them and has very limited contact with his mother. Oh well all FWs must FW.
To think I thought that the highlight of that state dinner was an appearance by Yoasobi. Thought the White House could use some Japanese synth-pop to liven the place up. Alas, we get this instead.
My FW changed all of her social media recently to prominently feature her and the new guy(curiously NOT the Schmoopie I knew about at D-Day. Actually not curious at all-she’s a fuckwit and maybe that cretin found out real quick what she is like when somebody isn’t running around meeting her needs so she can neglect them) My dumb ass had completely forgotten that I hadn’t cut her from one account(the joys of the diaspora of such things-made for an interesting Friday.) “Look at how pretty this man meat is. He doesn’t have emotional needs or medical issues at me OR make me feel responsible for anything!”
Again-almost feel sorry for the guy. As her next chump he has no idea the level of wreckage all of her bullshit is built upon. Seems like Darth Bezos here will be losing another half of his money.
No wonder Prime Video has commercials now.
Have A Mighty Weekend!
I would think that if he actually marries her (or should I say “them”? *smirk*), he’ll insist on a prenup. I believe he resides in Texas now, and Texas is a community property state.
But I doubt he will. I think that’s a “shut up” ring. But who knows, maybe I’m wrong, and they’re planning some kind of ridiculously expensive extravaganza that takes years to arrange.
Also, not Schmoopie, but Ex Mrs One Last Time, after telling me “things just weren’t working out”, but before D-Day, she became much more focused on her appearance. New designer clothes, shoes, bracelets. Selfies on social media, where she has been shy and introverted before. But, I was pickme dancing like Fred Astaire, so I didn’t see it at the time.
I didn’t see a lot of them from ex/OW’s end. Just messages to ex/FW where she tried to argue that I wasn’t cute, messages where she bragged about pleasing ex/FW (who she had in her phone as Lizard. A nickname from high school because he… swam fast?) better than I ever could, so on and so forth. Oh, and bragging to me that they banged on the couch I gave him. Which I gave my own pick-me response to – I cringe at it, now. And I only saw these messages a couple of times. I’m sure she did lots of pick-meing, as I did, though. Ex/FW loved pick-me dancing. I probably just didn’t see it. I’m sure I have her beat out for most egregious, though…
Does her forcing her way into the apartment to assault me and “Lizard” because he DARED block her (on my demand) count? Or the little apology gift she left on her door for the precious “Lizard” (but not for me) that was a painted poster board with a cute little Christmas message? I’m not entirely sure…
(I kinda want to call him Lizard now. I can finally laugh about it.)
She did what? Did you charge her with assault?
She rang the doorbell and hid off to the side. Our apartment doors had awful peepholes so I couldn’t see her. I thought maybe a family member had left something on the doorknob. When I opened the door, she barreled it, grabbing me and shoving me to the side, then charged at ex/FW, who grabbed her by the neck, drug her and literally threw her out. It was real Jerry Springer hours.
We filed a report on his parents’ behest (he called them afterwards), but he didn’t want to charge her, and I was so panicked and unnerved afterwards that I didn’t want to push it. I just wanted her out of our lives. As far away from us as possible. And not have to see her in court (I also have no idea how cases of assault work). It was a huge mistake. He would have argued against charging her, though, so I don’t know how the courts would have taken it. He kept seeing her, so she wasn’t “out of our lives” either. Although, the ring doorbell his parents gave us to help with security afterwards is part of how I caught him cheating again.
Apparently, afterwards, SHE was scared of ME. Someone who didn’t even fight back when she grabbed and shoved me into the closet doors (it happened so quick, and I think a lot of my self-protective instinct was dampened under ex/FW/Lizard’s abuse. I’d like to think I’d send her running nowadays). I… was somehow the scary one.
Funny how that works. The schmoopie was scared of me, too, though we’d never met and as far as I knew she had no reason to think I’d harm her. It’s how I got a written confession out of her. I suspect FW had previously told her I’d come after her if I found out, so maybe your FW told the AP you were gunning for her? It’s absolutely the sort of thing they do to try to come across as the victim of a deranged spouse.
He may have, but we all worked together, and used to hang out for lunch breaks, so I think she should have understood that I’m more skittish than most? Who knows, though. You may very well be onto something. Despite his cheating lasting the entirety of the relationship (from what I could tell), I honestly don’t know a lot of how their relationship worked outside of what Lizardwit told me.
And hey, you used it to your advantage! Big brain moves, right there. Go your team!
I went “home” to spend the night at my parents’ house a few nights before I married my first cheater. I was downstairs in the (only) bathroom getting ready for bed when a car pulled into the driveway. Suddenly, there were shots from a rifle coming from that car in the driveway, and I could hear breaking glass and wood splintering. Not smart enough to get on the floor, I stood there and watched in shock as the car backed out of the driveway and sped away.
It was my father’s schmoopie’s *real boyfriend* letting my father know he was onto the affair. He fired two shots into MY bedroom, shattering the window, exploding my feather pillow all over the damn place and leaving a slug in the wall.
I went to high school with both of them. They were both a class ahead of me (but a few years older) and not the sharpest crayons in the box.
OMG I’m so sorry. This was one of my arguments with my FW: “you don’t know what sort of chaos you are introducing into our lives, and into the lives of our children, by having these relationships. Will these people start to stalk you? Extort you? Threaten you or our family?”
The response is always so predictable: “Oh, they would never do that! They are a good person!”
Good person?! This person is knowingly having an affair with a married person. If this is your definition of “good,” I’d hate to see who you think is a bad person. God they are so clueless and selfish. Your father could have gotten you killed or injured because of his wandering dick.
My father was a *special* piece of shit. When I caught him photographing teenaged girls changing their clothes, he brought out the .357 to convince me not to tell anyone. I was 17. No wonder I married cheaters and abusers!
I am so sorry. What a sick freak.
Oh well, dang, that is a special type of piece of shit.
Thankfully, I didn’t experience that. My ex was trying to be sorely-wronged, Mr. Virtue when he took off and then “had” to divorce me. So he had to manage his image carefully. I knew differently.
He did show up some months ago at a family wedding with his latest blond lady love, someone who didn’t exactly fit the family norm. Reportedly, they didn’t know what to do with her and were horrified. I heard about it and just had to shake my head. I knew all along, but now they know…LOL.
Problems with the economy and exploding cost of living are probably fueling a lot of side dishing.
For a single person to live in any kind of comfort in the very expensive region where my family lived, it would take almost $120K a year but the AP earned about $53K at the start of the affair and had had to move back home with her parents. After taxes, that’s barely enough to cover ramen noodles and a commuter rail pass even after the AP’s evangelical parents bought her an old car and a basement condo in the sketchy part of town to get their pushing-30 Tinder hookup daughter out of the house. Consequently, my family assets and my kids’ college funds sponsored the AP’s lifestyle boost for a year and a half. What she saved by not having to pay for her own overpriced bar tabs and bistro grub helped afford her bi-monthly full booty salon waxings, a large collection of sleazy lingerie and piles of ticky-tacky fast fashion clothing.
My lawyer was practically giggling over the APs habit of photographing and bragging about all the cheesy retail expenditures and bistro meals/booze on Instagram that, according to basic math, the AP would never be able to afford on her own dime. The social media pix and general optics were so embarrassing that I know it contributed to FW dumping the AP immediately after D-day (clearly this didn’t happen out of loyalty to family). FWs who aren’t billionaires like Bezos can’t as easily overcome the professional image downgrade of wrecking their families over dumpy, greedy ho-bags.
Without my family dime funding her Insta-fantasy lifestyle, the AP was apparently back on ramen noodles and two buck chuck. She eventually had to take a job in a cheaper region.
This is so funny!
Don’t have anything to add to the Friday challenge, unless you can count profile pages on Adultlook, aimed at “hobbyists”, to be an attention getting stunt.
I have a story. The first Christmas after the divorce was very hard on me. I almost went to a Christmas party hosted by a woman my ex hated but I always got along with. I thought it would be safe but decided not to go just in case at the last minute. My ex had never attended this party before.
When the pics went up on Facebook, there he was with the adult baby our son’s age. Lots of pictures of them with other people. I was glad I didn’t go and talked to my best friend about it. I sent her a picture.
She started talking about how ridiculous adult baby looked in that dress with my old ex husband and I realized she thought another girl was adult baby. I said no, not the girl in the green dress, she’s the girl in the burgundy dress. My friend said “what girl in the burgundy dress?” And went back and looked at her picture.
Then she said “Katie, they are lying to you about her age. There is no way that woman is in her 20s. Look at her. She looks like a woman our age who has had a hard life and given up.” I laughed but she insisted. “I was going to insult her no matter what because you’re my best friend but I literally did not even consider she could be the girlfriend.” I actually showed the picture to a couple of other people and one said “I thought he left you for a younger woman?” LOL Another caused me a liar when I said she was young enough to be his child.
It was pretty funny considering my looks and age were the main complaints about me. I might be petty but it feels good that the only thing he claimed was better about her was her youth and looks and other people aren’t seeing it.
I saw the dumbest most degrading pictures of AP on FW’s phone that he was forwarding to his bros as I was losing the pick me dance. 10 years out, they are married, there is an anchor baby, he walks on eggshells around her and they are in marriage counseling. Not my circus, not my monkeys.
That outfit reminds me more of Belle Watling of “Gone With the Wind” more than Miss Kitty. And a sex doll – too much plastic facial surgery especially those awful duck lips. I guess this is what Bezos wants rather than whatever his wife looked like – I don’t recall pictures of her showing off size 50 DD boobs – she probably had real shit to do like run something. Bezos is an ugly, insecure man who just wants all the other men to look at the enormous jugs he bought. I’m sure the Prime Minister of Japan was enormously impressed. It says something about the kind of guy Bezos is that he thinks this attire is suitable for a State Dinner and that he doesn’t mind every horny guy in the world ogling his whore. Most men would like their women to cover up somewhat rather than display ALL the wares….any man who enjoys being with a woman dressed like that has no respect for her and is just showing off what he can buy.
Anyone who puts body parts front and centre that blatantly for no apparent reason almost certainly sucks the dick of the patriarchy.
Ballbag McGee’s AP turned wife was smug about the fact she’d been ‘chosen’ by the love of her life- until he started cheating on her too.
Dickhead McCluggage’s latest AP who is often photographed clinging and climbing him like a monkey up a palm tree decided to fuck around and will predictably find out.
The disordered don’t change for others whether we see it or not.
I’m old enough to remember the brouhaha when the then-wife of Ted Kennedy wore a miniskirt to a white house event.
Now I wonder (given Ted Kennedy’s cheater history) if she was doing a version of the pick-me dance. Maybe she just liked the trendier clothing.
I could probably find an article about it from 1969, but this 2009 story also includes discussion about it from the Watergate-scandal White House Tapes.
https://www.sandiegouniontribune.com/sdut-us-kennedy-hot-pants-tape-082809-2009aug28-story.html
There were several other events where she wore scandalous clothing. Eventually she was checked into some sort of psychiatric place.
I actually remember that too!!!! Ted drove poor Joan to drink, he was a terrible womanizer with his Congressional friends. That whole family has such a terrible history with women.
I seem to recall that Joan Kennedy (Ted Kennedy’s first) is a recovering alcoholic. As to whether or not his infidelity was a factor in her developing the disease…I’m not a mental health professional, so I’m not competent to express an opinion.
That Woman – the one my cheating ex left us for – uses the damsel in distress trope to get all the attention. She is always sick, needing some kind of surgery because she is on “death’s door” and could die from infection/diseases she catches because her immune system is “so Weak.” She talked about (to her own husband!) how my ex wrapped her bandages around her at work better than the school nurse does. She’s also “Highly traumatized” by relational things that happened in her past, and no one “undestands her like (ex) does!”
I’ve not heard from that woman in nearly two years and have nothing to do with her. Had to shut the ex down when he’d try to talk about her/their highschool-like interactions and now we only talk about our child. Have I said how nice it is to be away from the drama?
Sounds like your husband left you for The Mummy. I’m amazed at what some people will fall for.
I’ve shared this story before, but it bears repeating cause it’s hysterical.
FW’s father is in prison. FW and OW went there to show off their newborn, and OW got turned away at the door for violating the dress code (her skirt was too short). Being denied access to a prison for looking too much like a streetwalker is probably an achievement very few can claim. Good job, OW.
FW also tried to get his mother to look at his gf’s nudes… I can’t even, with that one. But I guess if you have zero understanding of the motivations and emotional lives of other humans, and the only thing your gf has to offer is her flat, tanned stomach, this might seem like a good idea?
The dumpster fire blazes on.
I work in a prison and can confirm- no hootchie mama or papa clothing allowed.
The list of prohibited clothing is longer than people would expect.
I’ll keep this in mind in case I ever need to visit a prison. I don’t expect to, but I’ve had a lot of experiences in the last few years that I didn’t expect.
“FW also tried to get his mother to look at his gf’s nudes” Uhhhhhhhhhh……uhhhhhhh…….that is so truly strange.
“FW also tried to get his mother to look at his gf’s nudes…”
🤯 That reeks of incestuous fantasies. It sounds like he wanted his mom to pick me dance. Puke.
Going to a prison, especially a men’s prison wearing skimpy clothing shows a total lack of even the basic level of common sense, which I suspect is pretty common among cheaters and their accomplices.
My friend may years ago used to work for a local Sheriff. They had a strict dress code for female employees, and it is a common sense safety issue for obvious reasons. It is a prison not a disco.
Do you remember the car washing scene from “Cool Hand Luke”? Maybe she was looking for a re-enactment.
Ha, I remember the movie but never watched it. I googled the scene. Funny.
Apparently, the OW overdosed on drugs and alcohol when she found out FW was with me after our dog had died, which was only a few weeks after he told me about the multiyear affair and moved in with her. Guess she worried he would change his mind.
He (physician) thought about calling 911 when he found her passed out on the bathroom floor but managed to revive her. I think it was an effective way for her to get attention and to warn him to never, ever, ever do that again.
It–the drama and telling ME about it–was all ego kibbles for him.
So glad I’m away from that circus.
The entire incident made me realize that this OW is manipulative. FW is manipulative, too. So imagine the fun their having now as a married couple! Oof.
*they’re 🙄
Lmao! Those bolt-ons are as hideous as her outfit. Money can’t buy taste. In fact, there seems to be an inverse relationship between money and taste.
Schmoopie’s attention getting consisted of wearing booty shorts and tube tops at 46 years of age, picking up and fucking a new guy at every party and making sure everybody there (especially FW) knew about it, and one at least one occasion, pretending to be an aggressive lesbian and molesting some unfortunate, unwilling woman. Reading her emails was a trip into the psyche of a brain damaged 14 year old.
Her motto was YOLO and she wrote things like; “Whoo hoo!” and “Rock on!” She thought that silly Wonder Woman movie was “empowering.” Clearly, she also thought fucking married men was empowering.
Yes, I thought that dress was…not very appropriate for a White House dinner. An awards show or a nightclub, yes. And sheesh, didn’t she get cold? I bet they run the AC pretty cold in the White House at a state dinner.
Her face is more plastic than her boobs. But holy jumpin’ Jesus, how tacky to wear that dress to the White House.
I’m going to make a lot of people angry with me BUT I can’t help it. I think I missed 2 decades of womens’ fashion or something because when I go to my favorite $9.99 per month gym the young women and the middle aged women dress like they are in a cheap gym. I call what they wear “pussy-pants” because when these women are walking around or lying on a bench you can see their entire female anatomy whether you want to or not, whether you look or are just scurrying off to the next cable machine and “it” catches you out of the corner of your eye like a sharp light beam (double takes are in order). The tops these women wear are miniature versions of the top Lauren Sanchez is wearing in this post. Sometimes smaller. And, to cap it all off, young and old alike adorn themselves with tattoos from foot to waist, waist to boobs, boobs to arms and the tattoos are not necessarily linked together. I want to be shocked by Lady Sanchez’s saranwrapped boobs in their red corset and I know the White House is not a cheap gym but at this point all I can do is laugh and wonder if anyone checks themselves in the mirror before they leave their houses. As an older man I can honestly say if I ever dressed like Lady Sanchez or any of the women at the gym I’d be arrested – it is that bad – but for some reason this is the new look.
What I think you’re noticing is that some women don’t wear panties underneath thin workout leggings. I find it gross too. With panties on you can’t see so much. Without panties they are getting crotch and ass sweat and the associated germs all over everything. That’s why I have a home gym. The amount of germs found in gyms is incredible. The tops you are seeing are probably sports bras, which are certainly acceptable to wear to the gym. After all, a man can wear one of those muscle shirts with the sides open and his nipples showing and he doesn’t get a second glance, let alone get arrested. I’m sure you’ve seen that at the gym or on the street, plus men bare chested on the street.
I also hate the body covered in tattoos thing. To me it looks hideous and I don’t get it, but like you, I’m up there in age at 61. Younger people just give me an “Okay boomer!” if I mention such things.
Another thing I hate is at the beach- thong bikini bottoms. Nasty!
As my hair stylist says, those tats aren’t going to age well. Other people’s bodies though so not my problem. Except for some private amazement.
People are going to judge how you dress and how you act. Some folks will look and think “you go girl”, some will think “what a slut” and there will be many thoughts in-between. As long as they don’t do or say anything to harass you or harm you, you can’t control what other folks will think or how they will judge.
Hilarious! Vaccum-packed… Shortage of silicon!
I cringed in shame when I saw lauren and jeff in the slideshow of the state dinner’s guests on the NYT.
Actually, I thought they both looked mighty uncomfortable. As if, the moment the cameras went click, click, click, that they had pulled a faux pas.
What shallow idiots!
As for my own experience, I have none. Or else I was reeeeeally stupid. Which I think is the case. When I think I’m getting to meh, something happens with sparkles that comes to my attention by my sons or friends. The latest is that a son tells me he found out his father has another family, but had it while we were married. Just like sparkles’ brother. How stupid could I have been? This explains why sparkles was always blaming me for money problems (we both had good jobs, his was at a bull-shit factory, a.k.a., think-tank) and I could never figure out the math. An important expense was missing…
I get that. I was pretty clueless up until the year of discard started. By the time I noticed he was acting weird, he hat been at it for several years at least.
I don’t feel stupid anymore of course because the bottom line was the reason I didn’t see it was he was very effectively lying and hiding it. To include a very active romantic life with me. I assume now that was part of the lie to keep me working in his behalf in the community/politics. As soon as he reached his goat, he started the discard phase.
But I was definitely clueless by design. I also wasn’t the only one who got duped.
Poor Ms. Sanchez, who apparently has not a single friend in the world to tell her that she needed to wear a top and not just her underwear. Not one single person brave enough to explain that when you are the other woman you should try not to look like a complete whore at fancy dinners, because people might conjecture that you are a one-trick pony and they know exactly what the trick is.
This post of Lauren’s just continues the impression we all have of her, attention-seeking, oblivious, high on her own fumes. No sense of decorum or shame. They are perfect for each other.
Good grief…could this woman have any lower self esteem? And lack of shame and embarrassment, too. Something very wrong with this woman. Sad.
I woke up from a nap directly into those pictures 😱 *notes for therapist* “Tracy made me look at cheaterboobs”