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Who cares what girls are into so long as it’s honestly is her choice. If she wants to be a teeny bopper more power to her! Why are we pitting girls against each other? Isn’t that a bit sick?
It’s great to see little girls have all sorts of choices and I’m glad ‘rock star’ is one of them – but it would be nice if the feminist adults in their lives didn’t think of those choices as better or worse – that’s so reverse ‘mean girls.’ I honestly don’t know any adult women who don’t have some embarrassing stories regarding what kind of music they loved as a kid, what sort of toys they played with or what sort of posters adorned their lockers. You can’t force your definition of cool on a kid. Let her work it out for herself!
Come on, Heather! The first season ended with his dead body! And now you're going to talk about him like he's alive? If he is alive I'm going to be pissed off you spoiled it for me!
I just know too many people who went to really fancy schools and got degrees in crazy, useless subjects only to go to work for non-profits or some low-paying media job – when these people bitch about their student loans they always seem to also be bragging about where they went to school (re: Williams, Wesleyan and Penn). Meanwhile – I went to a nice but not so fancy school, got a useful degree and settled into a very employable and well-paying career. I planned well while others didn’t. Do I get a medal?
I think it’s irresponsible for a student to study subjects that make them unemployable while taking out all these crazy loans that they don’t have any plan to pay off. As my grandfather would have said: get a job, hippie!
I think you’re wrong that if you lived someplace else and made less you’d be in a better position to send your kid to this elite school. My husband grew up in the rural south – his father is a mechanic and his mother is the church secretary. They owned their very own double-wide. My guy was the shining academic star of the area he grew up in and was accepted to Harvard (he applied as a bit of a joke) – but Harvard wasn’t offering any sort of financial aid, just student loans. Evidently there are lots of poor, rural kids with great grades and lots of potential just like him. But there was just no way they could dream of affording it. He ended up going to a State University. I’ll bet you end up pulling it together and sending you child to this elite school and you'll get to bitch/brag about the high cost of this 'elite' education among all your friends.
I’m hardly prudish – this really is odd, creepy behavior. If this is true it will change the way I look at Morgan Freeman and I don’t think I’m alone in saying that – I predict his career suffers big time. Whenever I hear or see Woody Allan the fact that he married his long time partner’s daughter (and yes – he did know this child as she was growing up) is the very first thing that comes to mind – it’s totally eclipsed his career in my mind. The fact that everyone is consenting adults now is beside the point – all I can think of is my mother, my child, my trusted loved ones and my family gatherings. The behavior is such a betrayal – it’s about a lot more then sex.
I don’t want to get into all the gossip on this (and if you Google it there is plenty to work with) – but let’s just think it out using only the very basic facts: Woody Allen and Mia Farrow dated for 12 years and had 3 children together. They kept different apartments in the same city and yet they were still a family. Do you really think it’s at all possible that he didn’t have any sort of relationship with her other minor children? I don’t know where you’re getting your information – but I don’t know that anyone has ever denied that Allen and Farrow’s children had a family relationship.
And for me it’s the idea of carrying on with my mother’s boyfriend, husband, partner or whatever that makes me feel ill and it’s the thing I can’t put out of my mind. It’s a gross betrayal that I’m unable to put out of my mind.