Oh my god, that's hilarious. That one girl is learning an important lesson: always bet against the outcome you're hoping for, to lessen the blow.
"How could they vote for that LOSER?!?!?"
Thanks for the smile!
I have a colleague who had to calm his children the night Obama won the election. No shit. He had to tell them it would be okay, notwithstanding the Obama election. Makes you wonder what got said before that.
This is Ogged, from the day after:
So, I despair, because I want to live in one nation, where the people are my people, but today, I want to wipe out the people in this nation, people I can't understand.
"...that loser who doesn't SHAVE!"
so, so good.
i never was able to cry aloud and publically, among friends is public i guess, so i can't relate really
but i feel i should admire absence of inhibitions and self-restriction in these young girls, maybe it feels good to feel like this free to express oneself however one likes
I miss getting worked up about frivolous things. I find that as I get older, I'm increasingly likely to cry about things like work and politics and friendships, and less likely to cry about dating or celebrities or possessions. The highest uptick in my crying, however, is about books. Damn, I will just cry like hell over books as an adult in ways I never would have as a child. I even tear up when I'm teaching sometimes, just talking about books.
It's true that I've never had a crush quite as intense as the few big ones I had at that age.
Which member of NKOTB and/or TMNT was it, heebers?
My best friend is at a camp reunion tonight from a camp she attended every year from age 12-17, and the organizers asked her to bring all her memorabilia. I watched as she went through her old notebooks, all full of those crazy, crazy letters and notes people write at that age. "[Friend] hasn't written me yet after camp and I am so upset I could kill myself!!!!" and "Every time I think about his body I cry knowing he will never ever EVER touch me." Like, hundreds of these. I think she decided not to bring them.
I miss getting worked up about frivolous things.
Do you really, or do you mean you miss when you didn't have serious things to get worked up about? The first is the benefit of getting older and the second is the heartbreak of getting older.
I wish I still wanted to boink Michelangelo (he's a party dude).
I'm worried that 16 might be over-sharing.
15: Crying about work is probably my most frequent kind of crying, and that seems particularly lame.
19: It's okay. We all already knew he was a party dude.
You know what's totally blowing my mind? Vanilla Ice doing a theme song for New Kids On The Block.
This was my exact reaction when I found out that Mailer beat out Shteyngart for the Literary Review's 2007 Bad Sex Award. I cried for days.
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Remember Heebie's abortion thread? Anecdata!
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Wow, I wish I cared that much about something.
Hilarious and heartbreaking! At the same time!
I have a colleague who had to calm his children the night Obama won the election.
My brother had to calm the six year old when Obama lost South Carolina and explain to her that losing the state wasn't the same as losing the election.
Kind of sad how one the one on the right is looking at the others to see what her reaction is supposed to be (at least, that's what it looks like to me, but maybe I'm not so good at interpreting the expressions of tween girls.)
one- I really should just post the first thing I write and not try to revise it because then I leave in typos and it looks dumber than it did in the first place.
Ack, my daughter in 6 years.
One of the weird things I noticed traveling with students in China was how worked up undergraduates could get over very little. In some ways I missed it, and in other ways I was glad to be free of it, but mostly it just seemed very very alien to me. Which is weird, because I'm not that old, and I still have a capacity to freak out over things that mean very little. But I'm never going to experience the kind of group enthusiasm that people in their teens and early 20s feel ever again.
That was weird. My first thought on seeing the picture was, "Is that my house???" - not because I have a yellow room (I don't) or because any of them look particularly like my daughters, but I suppose because girls of that size and age are so very familiar to me at the moment.
In a moment of stupidity I took 24 of them to the cinema yesterday to celebrate my eldest turning 12. Fuck me, they were noisy.
Did you have them all in one line manacled to a rope? With groups that large you have to be careful, especially at that age.
So what's the count? Maybe 3 who were emotionally invested, 2 who are acting emotionally invested, and one who's mocking the others? I think I heard, "She's actually crying."
I had to stop the moment the shrieking started. Ugh. That sound must surely be how kryptonite feels.
Makes me feel better about the fact that my daughter is a stoic who hides her emotions, that's for sure. Personally, I felt a deep connection with the one that kept looking at her peers, clearly wondering, "What the fuck?"
Wow, I wish I cared that much about something.
And I am glad that don't care that much about anything. Totally not worth it.
BTW, that video also expresses how Mets fans felt every time Manuel went to the bullpen this September.
Loser who doesn't shave. But let's not be choosy. They're all losers.
Did you have them all in one line manacled to a rope?
Didn't have to - they were like sheep, or ducklings, or penguins or something - they just kept walking towards the group and bumping into each other, forming this endlessly-pulsating mass. It was quite hard to get them to move anywhere.
I just remembered - don't know how I could have forgotten - my then 5 year old crying herself to sleep when her favourite was runner-up on the second Fame Academy series.
41: Ogged really isn't coming back, is he?
I don't think you should make fun of Ben for showing an interest in his age group, JP.
The important question is who the hell decorated that room?
Ogged has been picking some distinctly non-tween-ogling threads to comment in.
Mmmm...the tears, the warm delicious tears.