I remember in fourth or fifth grade, our Barbies sometimes got divorced and often had dramatic arguments, because we all watched soaps (or least absorbed them while they were on) with our moms. I think one of the Barbies got "raped," as well, which we seemed to think was just a very demanding seduction.
Sara has email, but she can only check it when I let her use the computer, and she forgets about it for weeks at a time. When she's online, she likes YouTube and Instagram, but Instagram is only for looking at her friends' accounts, since she doesn't have a way to take or upload pictures. The day of her needing a phone is coming, though, especially if I'm working full-time.
Matt: your cats are geniuses of mayhem.
Crafty buffistas - have you seen this dragon hat?.
(I hope that non-ravellers can see that.)
I think one of the Barbies got "raped," as well, which we seemed to think was just a very demanding seduction.
Just like Luke and Laura! True luv.
So we were supposed to interview someone this morning, but she spent three hours getting partway here and called to withdraw from consideration. OK then!
I remember reading Rosemary's Baby when I was about 10. I won't say it scarred me for life, but it kind of put me off the genre. Never liked movies like that, or the Omen and the only reason I ever saw the Exorcist was to go with some friends from high school to a mid-night showing. Now, that was mistake. A lot of Steven King was watch from the hall or with one eye closed. Never had a problem reading it, it was the visuals that got to me. The Shining was one of those movies, although Firestarter and Dead Zone were two of my favorites (both books and movies.)
I read the FLowers in the Attic series and Erica Jong, as well as about 5,000 historicals when I was 10. I think the thing with books is that while you may be exposed to adult things too soon, you aren't exposed to adult people too soon?
Clan of the Cave Bear. Yeah. Too young.
Jackie Collins The Bitch. At sleepovers. Age 12. Plus The Happy Hooker. Basically, anything naughty we could get our hot little hands on.
Before that, though, it was a lot of skeevy rape culture sci-fi.
AKA, wow, reading Friday was a bad idea when I was 11. And Piers Anthony, what the fuck with the milking machines and the ewwwwwwwww.
Love the hat!
I read Flowers in the Attic when I was around 12 or 13, and by then it was ok. But around the same time I read some book about [trigger warning]
child ghosts raping the protagonist, told in graphic detail,
and that caused some nightmares. I also read Poppy Z. Brite's
Exquisite Corpse
as an adult, and now I can't read Poppy Z. Brite anymore.
A lot of stuff in adult books went right over my head at that age, because I had no frame of reference. I remember re-reading some romantic mysteries many years later and being boggled at what I'd completely glossed over as a kid.
ION, it's a sign of bad things to come when you get stuck in traffic for ten minutes a block from your house, right?
