Baby Sitters Club

I now only receive channels 1-28 on my television. I'm absolutely traumatized and I will think of a solution but for now I'm just digging into the vault for DVDs to watch.  Late last night I started with Goodfellas and then moved on to the Baby Sitters Club followed by some Tim Burton gems.  


I hadn't seen BSC (Baby Sitters Club) in many moons, which is why I dusted it off and popped it into the DVD player.  The story seemed a lot different to me this time around then it did when I was a tween watching it.  One word: Disturbing.


First of all, these girls (ages 11 and 13: the 11-year old's being "junior members" of the BSC) were actual business women.  They were 13-years old  providing a service and collecting payment.  Sure it was just baby sitting, but they had office hours, an office phone and a treasurer.  When I was 13, Mary Anne, I wasn't kissing Logan, I was riding horses.  


Furthermore, they were dealing with real-life almost adult-like issues.  Kristy's father came back into her life which she felt was necessary to keep as a secret, Dawn was studying for a ridiculous anatomy test, Stacey was a NYC-obsessed diabetic and they were all bending over backwards for each other. THIRTEEN!


Lastly, (this is the part that really bothered me) Stacey and her foreign boyfriend.  A child she would baby sit for regularly introduced Stacey to her foreign cousin, Luca.  He was 17 and took an instant liking to Stacey, who lied about her age.  She convinced him that she was 16 and they enjoyed their little weekly dates.  Of course he found out she was only 13, freaked out, but then came back (but of course) at the end of the movie to tell her he was suddenly okay with it.  He assured her he would be back to visit next summer when he was 18 to which she replied, "I'll be 14 then!" 
"I know!"  He said with a smile and then sealed it with a kiss.
SEVENTEEN!  THIRTEEN!  Try that again next summer, buddy.  Jail likes bitches. 


What the hell were we watching as kids?!

Sleep Talkin' Man

This is worth it's own post.  I'm sure I'm the only one living under the rock who hasn't seen this blog/heard of it until today, but in case I'm not, you MUST add this blog:

http://sleeptalkinman.blogspot.com

This blog is managed by this English man's wife, Karen, who records her husband throughout the night because he says the most ridiculous, hilarious things in his sleep.

Dream Weaver

Last night I had a dream about an old fling who's actually quite popular these days.  In reality, our relationship was always rocky, walking on eggshells in fear of setting each other off -- well, wait.  I always walked on eggshells in fear of setting HIM off.  He didn't care about what I thought.


Anywhozzle, he was in my dream last night and he was as affectionate, kind, and sensitive to me as ever.  It was quite nice and refreshing.  It even made me miss him a little.  It's obviously sticking with me a bit!

"You SUCK, Brander!"

I've had a lot more time lately to think about the different relationships I have in my life. I tend to come off insensitive and crude --to most people, anyway-- but there's one thing for sure: 

I would never go out of my way to intentionally hurt anyone. 

There are people out there who have track records of doing hurtful things to those they "care about" and then expect those loved one's to shrug it off and welcome them in again with open arms. The gal who's reading this knows what I'm talking about, eh, lovie? Those types of "friends" deserve nothing. They want what they want and they don't care who they hurt while racing down the path to get it. Call me insensitive (again) but I think those people deserve nothing. You messed up, deal with the consequences.

Then there are people who purposely go for the jugular. They'll constantly belittle you and everything you enjoy for their own twisted pleasure. This, of course, coming from the same people who say, "you think you're better than everyone else." Nay, you know why? Because (see above) I would never. Go out of my way. To intentionally hurt anyone. You, on the other hand, get pleasure out of it, and I think people like you deserve nothing. 

Both types of people I listed above have excuses for everything. They didn't realize how much they'd hurt the person and they're sorry, or you can't tell the tone via email, text or writing. I'm calling bullsh*t! Ethics are instilled young (at least if you're raised correctly) and tone is crap. What you're typing is what you're thinking regardless. I always type exactly how I speak, so if you get offended by what I say, it's because that's what I was thinking and it hit home, not because, "Oh gee. If I had said that to your face, I would've laughed afterwards, so it's not as rude." 

Time to cut the fat. We've got a lot of work to do.