Skinny Jeans- Ok so I understand on certain people these pants look fantastic, with the right shoes of course. But when the boys decided to start stealing them from there gfs and sisters and weraing them is when it went from ok to terrible. I don’t understand why boys wear them and even worse when they sag them past their asses and they top it off with the biggest shoes they can find, what the...?

And then there is…

“Rustic Style"- Why in the world do you want to wear pants that looks like they’ve been pre owned for centuries and never been washed. Why do I want pre made holes and wrinkles, what is that about? I was at a department store the other day and saw a pair of these for $195 USD. Why would you spend that on those? And why do parents spend that much money for their kids to look so grungy? So I can sell my pants that I have had for 10 years that are faded, ripped and dirty for like $100 USD? AWESOME!!!!

And finally…

“Emo"- Ok whoever thought that this was a cool style should be slapped for sure. Why is it cool for a guy to dress in the tightest and darkest clothes he could find then grow his hair out, dye it black with some neon stripe? Seriously I get that “emo” is short for emotional but it’s taking it to a whole new level when it promotes “cutting”. I am an emotional person but I never considered “cutting” a good thing. I feel so sorry for the girls of this generation, you can’t really tell the difference between the sexes now. And they now have to have uberly great gaydar but also emodar.

Oh No - I Got A Cold
by Pam Ayres

I am sitting on the sofa.
By the fire and staying in.
Me head is free of comfort
And me nose is free of skin
Me friends have run for cover,
They have left me pale and sick
With me pockets full of tissues
And me nostrils full of Vick

That bloke in the telly adverts,
He’s supposed to have a cold.
He has a swig of whatnot
And he drops off, good as gold,
His face like snowing harvest
Slips into sweet repose.
Well I bet this tortured breathing
Never whistled down his nose.

I burnt me bit of dinner
Cause I’ve lost me sense of smell,
But then, I couldn’t taste it,
So that worked out very well,
I’d buy some, down the cafe,
But I know that at the till,
A voice from work will softly say
“I thought that you were ill”.

So I’m wrapped up in a blanket
With me feet up on a stool,
I’ve watched the telly programmes
And the kids come home from school,
But what I haven’t watched for
Is any sympathy,
Cause all you ever get is:
“Oh no, keep away from me!”

Medicinal discovery,
It moves in mighty leaps,
It leapt straight past the common cold
And gave it us for keeps.
Now I’m not a fussy woman,
There’s no malice in me eye
But I wish that they could cure
the common cold. That’s all. Goodbye.

I am 5’6” and weigh 101 pounds on a good day (remember to read all before getting mad) I have been trying to gain 10 pounds for 4 years and I can’t seem to do it. The most I ever weighed was 106lbs but lost it quickly. I know a lot of women get so furious when I complain about not being able to gain weight, but it’s just as serious!!

I worked as a weight loss conselor for a few years and always got talked down to. I got just as many skinny jokes as bigger women get fat jokes and trust me they take just as much of a toll on your self asteem. Now days the big things is my boobs, I always hear “those are fake”. I hear this because I have such a tiny frame but have 32D boobs, so that gets annoying too. I am not saying that I am not happy with my body image, well not completely, my problem is the health problems. The back pain, hair growth, fear of dropping too much weight and getting ill, and deficiencies.

I eat about 3 to 4 times a day, I eat fruits veggies proteins and fibers. I work out at leat 4 times a week, each time being for an hour or more. What am i not doing?

Maybe anyone has any idea how to help?!!

We’ve been together for 7 months now.  And it’s not like a typical teenage online romance, or anything.  Our relationship is just as normal as any other relationship, just that...we can’t touch each other.

Anyways, on to the point of this topic.

Even after only seven months, we both know we want to truly be together.  Because of cultural things on his end, we all decided (we meaning, me, him, and his family whom I get along great with) that it would be best if I were to move there.  And of course, I would have reserve money with me, in case anything doesn’t work out and I felt the need to return to the US.

The only difficult thing is this:

My parents (my grandparents, but they raised me) don’t take us seriously.  Not one ounce.  His family is extremely eager to see me and him together in person.  His mother was skeptical of our relationship at first, but finally understands and sees that we truly do care for each other.

But everytime I so much as mention his name in this house, my grandmother rolls her eyes and tells me to hang up the call (we videocall everyday) and that my first priority is to keep her house clean.  Which I do everyday, without a fuss. 

As for my grandpa, he thinks it’s funny to throw around racial slurs and jokes against him.  I cannot stand it, so I simply don’t mention him around my grandfather. 

But it is decided, that this year, I am moving to Mumbai.  I’m soon to be 20 years old, so it isn’t like they can tell me no.  But my problem is, I have no idea how I’m going to tell this to them, without getting yelled at.  I know my mother and my sisters will be uncomfortable with the idea, but will support us no matter what.

But my grandparents...I just want them to see that I’m finally happy with a man who has his head on straight, much unlike my ex-fiance (whom I will be more than happy to get away from).  My grandmother asks me, why I want to move to “such a poor country”.  Yes, I understand, India isn’t quite as...rich, as we might be.  But it isn’t like he lives in the slums.  He lives just north of Mumbai, in a very nice part of the city.One of the most spoken languages is English, with the other two being Marathi and Hindi, which I’m learning.  It’s not like I’m going into this blindly.

I just want some advice on how I can tell my parents that I’m moving to India this year, without them flipping out on me.  I’ve tried showing them photo’s of where he lives, but then they saw a special on TV about india, and what does it do?  Focused on the slums. 

I don’t want to wait until the last day, to tell them.  But I know that if I tell them before hand, they’ll try everything to keep me here.  Any advice, please?

Note:  Yeah, I talk too much, I know.  Extra cool points to anyone who reads all of that, lol.

eg. Something like Vernon Kay has been doing recently…

Would you forgive him? Would it be forgiveable because they hadn’t actually done anything physical?

Any replies would be really helpful thanks!

Unfortunately this is not the first woman from his past that has come back to haunt me. Given the way he did handle it in the past scares the shit out of me. I can’t really say he cheated on me but he said some things to her that was basically emotionally cheating. He would say things like “I miss you too honey” or the one that really got to me “I will always love you”. Now i know most of you are saying why did you stick around? Well he changed and cut ties with her as soon as I expressed the hurt it caused.

I know… if he changed then why am I worried this time? He is just going about it the same way he did in the past, instead of talking to her in front of me he puts it off until he is at work and then he will call her, just like last time. When I come near his phone he gets super paranoid and that is what makes me want to look. Normally I never feel the need to invade his privacy but when he acts suspicious it gives me the urge to snoop. He has been pretty open about how he feels and that he won’t go see her without my consent but it doesn’t feel right.

Anyways this is long enough, my question is… Am I being too paranoid? Do I seem over jealous? And what advice to you have to handle this situation?