OMG the replies on this post have made me feel so much better about myself and my inability to girl! Thanks, Jezzies!

“Babygay”?

P!nk was the first concert I ever took my daughter to, also in Dec 2013, when my daughter was 12. The only mistakes I found in doing that were 1) I set the bar too high for the rest of her concert life and 2) I created a live music monster. We’ve been to 8 different concerts and have tickets for four more this summer.…

Yeah, she does.

No word on the quality, though. It could be a shitty diamond that isn’t worth much.

Another involving my 13 year old daughter— this was his first real concert of a band of her choosing. We went to see Panic! at the Disco in a reeeeealllly small hotel conference room type of set-up during a local music conference. There were four opening acts, all of whom were much more punk/hardcore than Panic!, so…

I had a very memorable concert experience last fall when I took my 13 year old daughter to see Gerard Way, formerly of My Chemical Romance, at the Trocodero in Philly. There is something really cool about having your kid find music they love, introduce you to it and have you love it as well. My kiddo has introduced me…

I was at that show. It was 4000 degrees on the field. I remember tripping balls and trying to get a drink of water from some Spinners. Forgot how fucking stuck up they were. Great time anyway! lol

Joan Jett was my very first concert too!! I was 15, my friend and I made it to a ew people from the stage. It was magic.

But... it’s going to stab you. I have a few bracelets that don’t even look stabby and yet, they stab me.

This is never not funny!

You don’t even have to do drugs to know what drugs feel like after you’ve read Thompson.

I thought it was Kelly Clarkson!

That looks stabby!

Dangerously close to Lilly Pulitzer so you might be taken for one of “those” people.

I thought this was going to be one of those sciencey things explaining why you don’t actually SEE yourself (physically) the way others do, even if you look in a mirror.

Cape May, right?

I’ll share this:

It should have been titled, ‘How NOT to Deal When Your Widowed Parent Starts Dating Again’.

Especially when the author’s main concern is the house. She doesn’t want mom to sell the house. Guess what? You aren’t fucking entitled to the house. It isn’t yours and never has been and you have never had a say in what happens to it. It sounds so gross and selfish that this is her “concern”.