“Snooki doesn’t value language, and she doesn’t care about the quality of discourse in our society, and I worry when we celebrate those people [celebrities] instead of people who use language precisely and thoughtfully, that we end up with really crappy discourse, whether it’s on the Jersey Shore or in Congress.”—John Green (via cadwaladr) (via effyeahnerdfighters)
I don’t feel bad for her, sorry. She put herself out there, and that’s what happens. I’m not saying she should have been bullied and whatnot, but when you expose yourself, that’s a risk.
I have to agree. When I was 11, the only internet access I had was at school. The parents need to be punished as well; they let her go act like a trolling brat online, and then when she cried to them that people were so mean and picking on her, they ate her bull**** up with a spoon.
For Father’s Day, my dad asked me to buy him a 12 pack.
I didn’t, because he’s an alcoholic. An angry, violent, aggressive alcoholic. But I spent the time making him a card.
Not one word was said to me about the card. No acknowledgement whatsoever.
Yesterday was his birthday. In spite of what happened with Father’s Day, I got him a card.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
If I cave and become an enabler, I deal with the reprocussions. If I try to get him something other than booze or money (which can be used to buy booze), I deal with the tantrum that it wasn’t what he wanted. If I get him nothing but a card, well, I’m ignored altogether (which isn’t so terrible at this point).
I have been made to feel that I am nothing more than incompetent and a disappointing bother all my life. He couldn’t even sober up for my high school graduation, much less make it halfway through without walking out.
My best friend’s grandma’s memorial service was Wednesday.
“When we think we know people inside out, and we think we know what’s best for them, we should try to remember we don’t even know what’s best for ourselves.”—Hayley Williams (via krissyjeh) (via pinkeezy) (via thechosenwords)