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[Realmfighter]

Well, she obviously thinks that what she's doing is right.

[Heron TSG]

"Do better or I'll starve you to death" doesn't sound like a good plan to me.

[ToonyMan]

"Lose weight you fatty!"

[Tack]

Maybe we don't understand where she's coming from.

But I would never treat my child like that.

[ECrownofFire]

Maybe we don't understand where she's coming from.

But I would never treat my child like that.

Actually, we do know where she's coming from. China!

_{Just kidding, please don't kill me.}

[fqllve]

were never allowed to. . .not be the No. 1 student in every subject except gym and drama

Why yes, please, let us all encourage our children to judge their worth in comparison to others rather than their own goals and desires about themselves. That can lead to nothing but happiness and satisfaction.

[scriver]

I'm speechless. That just makes me so fucking angry. Beyond words.

[Darvi]

I found out that I don't have any Jonathan Coulton music on my  iPod anymore. It's a shame, since nothing makes calculus more bearable than math-themed songs

[Solifuge]

This is kind of sickening.

Lulu was about 7, still playing two instruments, and working on a piano piece called "The Little White Donkey" by the French composer Jacques Ibert. The piece is really cute—you can just imagine a little donkey ambling along a country road with its master—but it's also incredibly difficult for young players because the two hands have to keep schizophrenically different rhythms.

Lulu couldn't do it. We worked on it nonstop for a week, drilling each of her hands separately, over and over. But whenever we tried putting the hands together, one always morphed into the other, and everything fell apart. Finally, the day before her lesson, Lulu announced in exasperation that she was giving up and stomped off.

"Get back to the piano now," I ordered.

"You can't make me."

"Oh yes, I can."

Back at the piano, Lulu made me pay. She punched, thrashed and kicked. She grabbed the music score and tore it to shreds. I taped the score back together and encased it in a plastic shield so that it could never be destroyed again. Then I hauled Lulu's dollhouse to the car and told her I'd donate it to the Salvation Army piece by piece if she didn't have "The Little White Donkey" perfect by the next day. When Lulu said, "I thought you were going to the Salvation Army, why are you still here?" I threatened her with no lunch, no dinner, no Christmas or Hanukkah presents, no birthday parties for two, three, four years. When she still kept playing it wrong, I told her she was purposely working herself into a frenzy because she was secretly afraid she couldn't do it. I told her to stop being lazy, cowardly, self-indulgent and pathetic.

Jed took me aside. He told me to stop insulting Lulu—which I wasn't even doing, I was just motivating her—and that he didn't think threatening Lulu was helpful. Also, he said, maybe Lulu really just couldn't do the technique—perhaps she didn't have the coordination yet—had I considered that possibility?

"You just don't believe in her," I accused.

"That's ridiculous," Jed said scornfully. "Of course I do."

"Sophia could play the piece when she was this age."

"But Lulu and Sophia are different people," Jed pointed out.

"Oh no, not this," I said, rolling my eyes. "Everyone is special in their special own way," I mimicked sarcastically. "Even losers are special in their own special way. Well don't worry, you don't have to lift a finger. I'm willing to put in as long as it takes, and I'm happy to be the one hated. And you can be the one they adore because you make them pancakes and take them to Yankees games."

I almost want to think this is fake, because it's such a self-indulgent, close-minded, and evil argument... and she's proud of it! I think I hate this woman.

[Qinetix]

They stole my mechanical pencil , my classmates are the worse I could have , I seem to be the only smart one in the class

[Il Palazzo]

And a humble one too!

[Keita]

My internet connection prevents me from doing anything but surfing online...

Broadband my arse!

[Rose]

what speed is it?

[inteuniso]

Apparently there was a lacrosse halftime show that thought it would be appropriate to have a lapdance contest. /facepalm. So sad.

[Keita]

My Fate / Unlimted Codes disc broke, I'm not sure where I can get another copy.