Step right up and let us examine the excellent parenting advice of “don’t be a whore,” “don’t be a kid abandoner” and “children and a job can coexist” from Bristol Palin (known for underage drinkin’, underage-baby-poopin’, and dancing the hand jive in a gorilla costume) to Wendy Davis (known for being a lying liar who lies because she was only a single mom living in a trailer for a while before waitressing through college, marrying, going on to Harvard Law, and becoming a politician nationally known for standing up for women’s reproductive rights).
Pay Bristol back by messing with Texas: donate to Davis’ campaign in her name.
I was watching Tee Vee newz last night, and ABC snapped on this story like a small fish you have to throw back in to the lake / sea. Then it occurred to me: Chua is running this racket to take advantage of well-to-do narcissists who have developed the means to feel comfortable while parenting children: she’s found their Achilles’ heel – looking good by proxy through your kid.
"Dressing up as a dominatrix"?
Once again, you reveal a great deal about yourself, none of it attractive.
To a four-year-old, there’d be no difference between seeing this particular performance and seeing, for example, a pantomime dame, which is traditionally a cross-dressing role in a form of entertainment that is aimed squarely at children. If there’s a certain level of verbal innuendo, and there often is, it goes over the kids’ heads. The only reason you’d have to explain “dressing up as a dominatrix” is if you’re so frightened of anything different from yourself that you’re compelled to pass your own prejudices on to your kids - or, I suppose, if you’re so deeply closeted that the sight of another man doing what you don’t have the guts to do yourself makes you burn with shame.
Maybe the man sitting next to me in the pew knew that I had been eating trail mix and isn’t worried that holding a strange man’s hand during a prayer would make him gay. It’s fun to watch him nod off.
There is a woman whose head swivels around with a worried expression on her face. It has to be something she perfected 2 decades ago.
Bernadette Gillick was a college freshman in 1988 when she first met Scott Walker. It was spring semester, and she had just transferred to Marquette University. She was assigned a room in O’Donnell Hall (then a women’s dormitory), which she shared with her new roommate, Ruth (not her real name). Ruth was dating Scott Walker, who was 20 at the time, and, according to Bernadette, Ruth was deeply in love with him.
Midway through that spring semester, Bernadette alleges, Ruth found out she was pregnant. She informed her boyfriend, Scott, and initially he was supportive. That support changed to callous indifference for his girlfriend’s predicament after Scott informed his parents of the pregnancy.
Bernadette reports that at this point Scott began denying that he was the father of the baby, and when Ruth said she was considering an abortion, he claimed he didn’t care, as he wasn’t the father anyway.
Bernadette remembers being present when Ruth was dealing with the wrath of Scott’s mother, who allegedly admonished Ruth for trying to “ruin [her son’s] reputation.”
“I supported her [Ruth] as he [Scott] went from encouraging her to get an abortion, to telling me it was in my best interest to keep my mouth shut, to denying that he was the father and having his own mother call her and tell her to stop erroneously accusing her son of paternity,” Bernadette recounts.
Tucked in the cracks of crawl spaces, embedded in the surfaces of twisty slides and caked on steps in many playlands are traces of fecal matter and strains of staph and bacteria that can lead to meningitis and gonorrhea…