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Things Your Parents Made You Do, That You Would Never Do To Your Kids!! Before remote controls were the norm and before my family could afford a TV with a remote...
I WAS THE FRIGGIN REMOTE FOR THE TV!!
My father would call me from the other room, yelling like he was in trouble, only to say "turn the TV to channel 6! The lazy bastard!!! | |
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I don't have children nor plan to have any but mine would be:
Go to church and Sunday school. (I had to go to both every Sunday for 13 years and I absolutely hated it. Ugh, just thinking about it starts to irritate me!) The check. The string he dropped. The Mona Lisa. The musical notes taken out of a hat. The glass. The toy shotgun painting. The things he found. Therefore, everything seen–every object, that is, plus the process of looking at it–is a Duchamp. | |
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my grand mother use to make us "go get the switch" i haven't chose to hit a kid YET!!! i say a lil fukka out yesterday that i would have got that ass, if he were mine. there is a right way to spank that ass... i am KING BAD!!!
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My parents put me in adult situations when I was a kid. That is something I will not do with my kids in the event that I actually breed. True, some of the stuff was circumstantial and I get that, but most of it was poor judgment and selfishness. Shake it til ya make it | |
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too heavy [Edited 2/29/12 10:02am] | |
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Choose in a divorce CLean your plate Prince's Sarah | |
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i was made to drink a magnom of cold duck over a two week period.
i was made to smoke a pack of cigarettes in a day (24 hours)
i was made to walk barefoot for two weeks in L.A. one summer.
i was made to walk to school for a month, and carry a lunch. i am KING BAD!!!
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made me do or did to me (nothing major, my folks were pretty sensible generally)
sit in front of a lamb chop until 11pm if you can't make your kid eat it, serve something else!
pull a kid to their room by their hair
not stop the car when they tell you repeatedly they need to puke
bowl hair cut
put down their pet while they aren't at home
making them wear a hand me down green velveteen shirt with an enormous 70s collar and huge navy patches on the elbows on their first day of school
make them watch Prince and the Revolution Live at Syracuse on a teeny weeny tv with rabbit ears while they watch something else on their HUGE tv a whore in sheep's clothing | |
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Same here. I hated having to get up early on Sunday, get dressed and be bored for two hours.
Also, one time at a picnic, my father let some strangers use my portable record player. I was so fucking pissed off at him. Sharing with family is one thing, but not with folks I don't know. | |
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Getting up early and dressing up was just the tip of the iceberg for me! By 5th or 6th grade I was a complete non-believer - everyone else would go up to the altar to take communion while I sat in the pew (I refused to be a hypocrite and take it), my Sunday School teachers would try to force me to memorize Bible verses and prayers (I refused and told them to "fail me"). By the time I was in high school I would spend most of the sermon just timing things and counting: How long would the hymn last? How long was the Lord's Prayer? (35 seconds at our church, btw) How many times was the word "He" in the selected reading? How many people were wearing collared shirts? By my junior year, I was usually hungover on Sunday morning, which made it that much more unbearable. I would sit in the very last/back pew with my friend and we would pass notes about what we had done over the weekend.
I had perfect attendance all thirteen years. I've been agnostic since high school and cannot stand organized religion. Talk about backfiring!! The check. The string he dropped. The Mona Lisa. The musical notes taken out of a hat. The glass. The toy shotgun painting. The things he found. Therefore, everything seen–every object, that is, plus the process of looking at it–is a Duchamp. | |
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I can't really think of anything my parents or one of my parents made me do that I would never make my son do.
It's more like how I was raised on a certain emotional level that I feel is not the way I wish to raise him....and I'm not.
Wait, I think once my parents made me eat smelts. I'd never force my kid to eat that shit. | |
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it sounds terrible, but we had very long hair, my sister and I, and if we obliged and didn't resist the trip didn't hurt a whore in sheep's clothing | |
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My house growing up was the model of pure dysfunction. My mom was raised by random people who took her in... she had to work to stay in homes as a child.
She didn't have a normal upbringing, and I learned a lot growing up in her home of what NOT to do.
Its a long list.
But some of the most important stuff is...
I do not date with my kids, and move in dudes into my home forcing my kids to "deal".
I will not allow siblings to argue/fight one another at all. They MUST be considerate of one another in all things they do.
I do NOT allow my kids to get any snack or food item unless they all share and make sure every one has had an equal share.
I will not verbally bash my kids in any way to defend any poor parenting choices to my family/friends. I own up to any dumb shit I do as an adult. I am no hypocrit either...
I have 3 kids... so far so good. | |
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Tell them what they can/should play with. The Most Important Thing In Life Is Sincerity....Once You Can Fake That, You Can Fake Anything. | |
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and let us not forget the ole "pull my finger" by family friends, THAT IS NOT OK!!! i am KING BAD!!!
you are NOT... STOP ME IF YOU HEARD THIS BEFORE... | |
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i'd realize children's taste grow as they get older. i really dislike canned green peas or creamed corn. however as a child i was forced to eat what ever was on my plate. to this day i still dislike the taste of the afore mentioned foods. i'd not make a child of mine eat something when it's obvious that they do not like the flavor of said food.
“Transracial is a term that has long since been defined as the adoption of a child that is of a different race than the adoptive parents,” : https://thinkprogress.org...fb6e18544a | |
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My granddad made me do this!!
It's not ok
Have never done this with my child
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Dress them up as sailors.
They really did that to kids in the past decades. Especially when they were meant to be photographed.
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and lil cowboys i am KING BAD!!!
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I don't think I'll ever have children, but:
- Use them/their affection to hurt my ex
- Beat them
- Force them to eat stuff they don't want to eat | |
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In my elementary school we were required to taste/eat a bite of each food served for school lunch or we wouldn't be able to go to recess. When I was in kindergarten, we were served (canned) creamed green beans, which I hated! My teacher told me I had to try them. I insisted I did not like them. She said I had to take a bite. I said I didn't like them. She said, "Don't be ridiculous." I took a bite. My 6 year old self could not contral the gag reflex and I spit/threw them up all over her sleeve. She was so annoyed. I said, "I told you I didn't like them." I didn't have to try them after that. The check. The string he dropped. The Mona Lisa. The musical notes taken out of a hat. The glass. The toy shotgun painting. The things he found. Therefore, everything seen–every object, that is, plus the process of looking at it–is a Duchamp. | |
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hang out with relatives they don't particularly care for.
give up their bedroom for when family comes to visit
I'M NOT SAYING YOU'RE UGLY. YOU JUST HAVE BAD LUCK WHEN IT COMES TO MIRRORS AND SUNLIGHT!
RIP Dick Clark, Whitney Houston, Don Cornelius, Heavy D, and Donna Summer. | |
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If I had children - which I don't plan on having - I wouldn't do nothing different from what my parents did, which is listen to oldies music, ride ATVs ( ) and have them check on my bank statements like my parents are having me do right now. | |
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