This was every musical theatre major party I ever went to in college. You put enough of them in a room and they will not fucking shut up trying to sing over each other and perform. They cannot help themselves.
This was every musical theatre major party I ever went to in college. You put enough of them in a room and they will not fucking shut up trying to sing over each other and perform. They cannot help themselves.
They're loud and they just can't help themselves. A most annoying combination.
Yep,
Oh, we wouldn’t want women to express themselves about their rape. Much better to keep it hidden.
This is a photo from outside the Traverse City KFC in question. I am not kidding.
I had similar things happen to me as a child. One time my mother pushed me out of the car on the side of the road and drove off. We lived very remotely, there was no other people for many miles. She came back after only 5 mins or so, but I had panic attacks seeing cars driving away from me for 20 years afterwards. I…
Lest we forget:
I’m glad he apologized because my husband knows Heidi and I’ve met her a couple of times, and she is just the nicest person. It really bummed me out to read all the headlines about her yesterday.
omg I am so sorry that happened to you. I’m literally sitting here at work reading this story and these comments and my heart is broken. Words fall short and i’m ashamed I can’t offer more support.
My father used to drive us past the "children's home" and tell us he was going to just tell us to get the fuck out and leave us there every time he got pissed at us, or drunk, or both. It's monumentally fucked up no matter how you cut or try to justify it.
My parents were like that (down to the old canard of “I wish you were never born”) or threatening to take my clothes and kick me out into the street. I really feel for this girl.
My parents did something similar to me when I was 7 or so. Now, I rarely ever misbehaved as a kid, because with all the shit going on (undiagnosed mental issues in my veteran father with severe PTSD, undiagnosed mental issues with my sister, my mother barely able to deal with my father, let alone my sister, all of…
My mother used to threaten to take me to the police station and say I assaulted her so I’d get sent to jail. She would do it when we were already in the car, assuming I’d just become a shrinking violet or something and apologize for things like saying she was starving me at home (she would keep a large, aggressive dog…
My mother actually tried to sell us when I was 7 and my brother was 5. She was on the phone with the guy, working out the deal (she was trying to get $1000 each for us—this was in 1977), and the deal somehow fell through (he wouldn’t agree to what she wanted) and she went into a rage. She ordered us into the car and…
As a person who represent children in abuse neglect cases in two different states, I would hesitate to say that cutting her hair and posting the video satisfies the legal definition of abuse. (Disclaimer: this entirely depends on the statutes of the particular jurisdiction). However, if the father knew that she was at…
I work in youth advocacy. I can tell you that hair cutting and threatening to put a child put up for adoption are not grounds for abuse claim
Yeah, my mom did that to me. Not a lot, but you’d (well, not you, but the internet *you*) would be surprised how few instances of being seen as worthless it takes to permanently imprint on a child.
My Dad used to threaten to send me to the “girls’ home” every time he found my report card unsatisfactory. Because sending me to a girls’ home was so much better than a tutor. OK. He had a horrible fit and made a big deal about picking up the phone, flipping through the phone book...I’d be begging, screaming, crying.…
How about threats of putting a child in foster care and then listing all of the ways the child will be beaten, raped, and starved? (Along with hair cutting and public shaming, my mom was REALLY into telling me the ways I would be hurt when she put me out of the house.)
My mom did that shit to me when I was a kid, on top of all sorts of other things. I’d come home to military school catalogs on the kitchen table. My heart breaks for this girl.