This thread just reminded me of how stupid I think Kid Rock is. If it were 1992 I could see him being all tore up about Pam not wanting him. But even recently the dude acted like the world would end if Tommy Lee's hepatitis C carrying case/punching bag ex was the hottest thing on Earth and he couldn't live without her. In the hopes that Kid Rock googles his name once in a while, let me say this directly to him. Dude, you are a millionaire rockstar. Despite the fact that I think you have about half the talent of your contemporaries, you still have the ability and the money to pull chicks that are on the same level as Pamela circa 1990. Pull your head out of your ass and move on. If you haven't already. If you aren't ready, just remember this. One of these days in 10 years or less, Ashton Kutcher is going to wake up next to Kathy Bates and realize that the woman in his bed used to be Demi Moore. It isn't going to be pretty.
As to the thread title..... the mall. I rarely go to the mall, but every time I do I see a 31 year old woman with her 15 year old daughter, both of whom are dressed like whores. There are hundreds of these groups. They all walk the mall texting each other and carrying Victoria's Secret bags. It actually affects me on multiple levels. The old man I have become (36) is disgusted by what this country is becoming. The 16 year old youth of my memories is jealous that I never got the chance to date a girl with a hot mom. Also jealous that I got old before the idea of a rainbow party came about.
I remember holding my nephew with one hand. I remember putting him in "time out" and coming back after five minutes and seeing he'd drawn all over his body with a ball point pen. I remember all the times I wiped his ass. Fucker is taller than me now. I'm trying to enjoy every minute of being a dad because I've seen with my nephew how damn quick life goes. Mike Tyson had it right: "Time flies, and where does it leave you? Old too soon, smart too late."
Yes, but I'm not living with my parents anymore. You know, I make my own decisions, am as finacially stable as I have ever been, have about as much respect as I ever have had and no one can really control me at this stage of my life . . . this middle age stuff ain't so bad after all.
Tea time is a nationwide event -- Not even camps fall outside of the jurisdiction. Also, 'tea time' is the equivalent to dinner. I can see the confusion.
Yeah. And sad that The Simpsons got older even faster than me. The first nine seasons were amazing and then, wow...apparently the show lost the meniscus in both knees and dropped off a cliff, in terms of quality.
Maybe I've just lowered my standards, but the past few seasons haven't been that bad (when I've caught them). The Halloween episodes are always good. But yeah, the early years really were the best. There have been nearly 500 episodes (I just looked it up). There really aren't a lot of fresh ideas left, I guess. It's interesting because I think South Park has had the exact opposite trajectory. The early seasons are pretty much unwatchable. Mostly just kids swearing a lot. But as it rolls along Cartman just gets more cruel, guys like Butters get more interesting, the plots just get wilder and wilder, and the topics get edgier. And yet the characters are always consistent within themselves. Character consistency is one of the real pluses South Park has over the Simpsons. Some weeks Marge is a doormat, some weeks she's a do-gooder, some weeks she's "empowered." Sometimes Homer is a complete selfish asshole and some weeks he shows an inner nobility. Cartman is ALWAYS a selfish bigoted asshole. Kyle and Stan are always the "everyman" characters. Kenny is always poor and crude. Butters is always Butters. Cartman's mom is always a whore. I guess Simpsons fans would argue that those characters are more multi-faceted. I'd say they're just more wishy-wash--the products of hundreds of writers warping the personalities to fit whatever plot they have to pitch. They sabotage character to make a plot work, while with South Park the unchanging characters propel the plot.
