I love the idea that your mother thinks you are capable of fighting a war but not smart enough to figure out where your dick goes. Also, 20? What the hell? I got that talk when I was, like, 10 and so did everybody else I knew because it became our favorite thing to talk about.
My Mom actually TAUGHT me how to lie (and more importantly, how not to get caught). Mostly by example, but sometimes through direct instruction. Little things like not volunteering information, exaggerating for effect, the witty social lie, always pay in cash if you're doing something you don't want others to know…
You got your Freshmen, ROTC Guys, Preps, JV Jocks, Asian Nerds, Cool Asians, Varsity Jocks, Unfriendly Black Hotties, Girls Who Eat Their Feelings, Girls Who Don't Eat Anything, Desperate Wannabes, Burnouts, Sexually Active Band Geeks, The Greatest People You Will Ever Meet, and The Worst. Beware of The Plastics.
I think it's important for parents to talk about sex and relationships (and healthy versions of both) with their kids, but knowing details and specifics just seems torturous to both parties to me. Like, I do not want to know enough to picture anything. I do not need that in my life.
Kinda like Mickey was the Brando of his day? Brilliant, mixed with gives-no-fucks and a touch of cray? Agreed. Say what you will of Shia, he's a great actor.
Among the many types of teens I knew growing up—nerds, stoners, fuck-ups, jocks . . .
I always felt that their belief that their kids didn't lie to them had more to do with how they saw themselves, than how they saw their children. "I'm such a great/cool/loving parent, my kid would never lie to me. I have a different (better) kind of relationship with my kid than my parents had with me."
Ignorance is bliss.
Sometimes I wish mine would ... well, not lie more, but ... I know you're having sex, okay, glad you told me. DETAILS I do not need, pumpkin.
I saw a mother with her little kid the other day, using that rigid voice that children learn to recognise: "SAY YOU'RE SORRY!"
No rules? Insane. But we had very few. We gradually let up on curfew as time went on. At 17, we discussed our daughter's curfew and she said, "Mom and Dad, nothing good happens in this town after midnight." So we left it there. Her boyfriend's parents were grateful. It meant an early night for him.
Oh god, that Times article.
I know it's morbid, but I've thought the exact same thing. It would have been best if this never had happened at all, if she'd had taken that money her mother had given her and gone to school, and tried to make a decent life for herself away from all of these crazy vultures that are in her family. But if that's what…
Shia LeBeouf is the Mickey Rourke of this generation.
I just really want Shia to be okay. I feel very big sister towards him.
OBVIOUSLY there is more to Kelly O's departure than what has been stated. I wonder if it also has to do with "The Osbournes" reality show reboot.
That kitten video is everything. One of my cats used to groom his little brother and it was the cutest thing. I miss having cats. Screw living in a dorm room.
ok guys, Shia is growing on me. That fake rat tail is hilarious.