Hey there, lumberjack. Mind showing me your wood?
How are you even alive now????
Did you rear your kids in the 80s? I was raised in the 80s and that's what happened to us. Fugly clothes= safety. Oh and my mother NEVER let us have shirts with our names stenciled on them. She said and I quote: "someone could say 'HEY CHITLINS' and then kidnap you because they know your name and you'd think they knew…
And thus, the cycle of (fashion) abuse continues.
Relax, man. Get yourself together, you're not a bad guy just because these people say so. Just avoid these "touchy people" topics.
Are you sure that you weren't actually working at Target and your mom just said it was traveling/vacation?
stop speaking for all fat people (like jezebel) and stop acting like all of us fatties are SO SENSITIVE that we may break down at any moment if someone says or even gestures in a way that we might somehow misconstrue as being about our fatness. this entire movement has gone so far beyond what it should have that its…
That sounds horrific. I am so sorry you had to go through that. I mean ... khaki's of all things ...
Psshhh. She was just preparing you for your job at the family Verizon store.
Oh, no, what if you went to Target? She'd never find you again!
Haha holy shit I love the backslash you're receiving for doing something like that. Here's my advice: Don't mess with "this" kinda people, SPECIALLY IN THIS SITE. Everything you do will be offensive, NO MATTER WHAT, no matter the intent.
So you don't speak for all fat people. So I can ignore your comments about how to behave around fat people.
Could use more vegan options.
you a DAMN lie! a damn lie!
So, you're 8. The adults around you, for your entire life, have decided what you should do, what you should say, how you should act, and who you should be. A good chunk of your very short life has been spent doing interviews, doing promotional events, and producing a show that doesn't have to follow any of the child…
An eight-year-old misbehaved and was difficult?
Why in the world are we hating on/gossiping about a child, Jezebel? Good God.
For most (myself and my dad) having passwords (my dad never asked for mine, but I gave them anyway) wasn't about me not having privacy. It was about safety. Some parents are dicks. Full stop. They will never allow their kids privacy. On the other hand, having passwords is a safety precaution. And fuck, if they are…