I was engaged to a Vegan.

I would but I don’t usually have an hour to wait for someone to bother moving the chicken from the rack to a tray and hand it to me.

They’re talented? Citation needed.

Hero worship? Please. These pipsqueaks are like irritating puppies, they get on my nerves but VASTLY less so than Beyonce, Amber Rose, Taylor Swift, the Chupakabrashians or that crank with the dumb leather fashion jogger pants.

You. I like you. You get it.

“Willow says adults don’t seem to get her and Jaden’s “thought process.””

Instagram-famous.

Coherent and curious, yet lacking utterly in self-awareness or self-reflection.

Their lack of self-awareness about their own privilege is what’s not normal.

Read the whole thing here.

Except most teenagers don’t get their pretentious cluelessness published in a magazine. I’d be fine with these two not having that privilege either.

Ah, kids. Bless their hearts.

Where is the love?

The two of them drive me a lil bananas. They seem to think they’re wildly inventive and clever and original but when they open their mouths all I hear is Scientology being vomited.

Exactly. They’re talented, and they seem smart. But it’s like they need to survive in the wilderness for a few weeks or make it through the plot of a disaster movie so that they will maybe gain some perspective.

“Willow was doing all these things, about to have record label deals at like the age of 6, and I was like, ‘I feel like I’m underachieving.’”

“Read the whole thing here.”

Read the whole thing here.