Okay, imagine that I had said that the dress looks like it was stolen from the backstage wardrobe room of a low-budget Vegas musical. Would you accuse me of being Vegasphobic or throwing the women who perform in Vegas musicals under the bus? Probably not.

I bet they all work in marketing and love juice cleanses.

The courts reponse? “So What?”

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.…

I went to Pink’s 2013 concert, and she goes so far as to edit her songs to remove the cursing because she knows there are kids in the crowd. She said as much during the show I saw— that being a mother has made her more cognizant of being a good role model for other people’s kids. So of all the concerts the dad could…

Acceptable? Hell, I wish I’d been able to use “Raise Your Glass” as my middle school anthem the way my daughter and her friends did. (For them, it was more about being “too school for cool” and “wrong in all the right ways” than about getting shitfaced.)

I’d much rather my kid go to a P!nk concert than almost any other pop concert. I think she’s a badass role model for young girls in a culture bereft of role models.

If anything, this little girl just gained a badass role model. Pink is the goddamn bees knees.

So the dad dragged his kid through some litigation bullshit.
And the mom gave the kid this:

I liked Pink when she first came out but it wasn’t until after her Behind the Music special that I absolutely grew to love her. Clearly the dad’s just jealous because he didn’t get to go to the concert and experience her greatness.

(Editor’s Note: Please feel free to imagine Yakety-Sax playing over the following)

That typo is killing me.

One time I ordered a 4-piece McNuggets and was given a 4-piece McNugget box filled to the brim with tartar sauce.

It doesn't sound like your dad killed pets for sport and bragged about it in church.