Defamer wrote a post on Michael Jackson’s 17-year-old son Prince Jackson’s apparently totally lame-o lifestyle yesterday, and it strikes me as unnecessarily mean. Here’s a list of everything in that post that made me cringe:
“Dumb, embarrassing, fartcloud teenagers”
“Swaggy, angsty pubescent boys”
“Hanging out with Justin Bieber is much…
A few months ago at my parents’ house I was rifling through a drawer full of tokens of my adolescence (read: a bunch of old stuff my mom has failed to throw away) and happened to discover a mood ring. It was in the shape of a dolphin and I was beside myself with glee.