Sheila Anderson of Boone, Iowa I have told my daughter that this is a perfect example of parents not setting boundaries for their children. Of course, a 16-year-old girl will get pregnant when she lives with a 19-year-old man. She was not old enough to be responsible for herself, and if her mom and dad had been reasonable parents, they would never have allowed her to move in with her boyfriend. Poor Jamie will never get the opportunity to just be a kid now that a baby is on its way. She's already grown up too fast and now will grow up even faster. I hope the little baby lives in a happy and loving environment, but as past cases like the little "Baby Grace" story show us, all strikes are against the child when born to teenage parents.
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That being said, the mistake is made, and it's time to move forward. It is a good (if tentative) sign that she has stepped up to the plate and taken responsibility for her actions. Despite the couple's mistake, it is their mistake, not ours. The only difference between them and the thousands of other teen parents in America is that she's Britney Spears' sister and a TV personality, which somehow, through the warped American infatuation with celebrity, makes it a newsworthy event. As a society, we need to step up as well and support the new family. We don't have to agree with how it got this far, but is it right to shun a baby because of the actions of its parents? One more thing, I definitely give her credit for keeping the baby. It's a tough choice, and, in my own personal opinion, she made the right one. So to the new family-to-be, congratulations. May your lives not turn into a kind of ridiculous soap opera that Britney's has.
Lauren Middleton of Dublin, Ohio I'm a 24-year-old mother, and my sister became a mom for the first time at 16. Her second son was born when she was 19. All you can do is educate your children. If you tell them what not to do, they'll do it. Once they hit the teenage years, and they start being allowed to go out with their friends and start dating, you have to trust that what you taught them is/was enough. When my daughter gets older, I plan on educating her on the consequences of premarital sex (she was born out of wedlock, but I was a bit older -- 23, to be exact). Just watching my sister struggle with her decision to give her son up was tough.
Amanda Smith of Portland, Oregon My daughter is 16, and although she does not have access to the wealth and privilege of Miss Spears, she has been educated enough to understand the ramifications of sex. Although an uncomfortable subject for both of us, as her parent it is my responsibility to ensure that if and when she is having sex, she is always practicing safe sex. This story will reiterate to my daughter that anyone can get pregnant without the proper precautions.
Bill Braskey of Manhattan, Kansas I will tell my little girls that they shouldn't be having sex until they get married at the ripe old age of 30. I will also let them know that just because these Spears girls are on TV doesn't mean you need to follow them. I think the Spears parents [are] mostly to blame for the trouble these girls have gotten themselves into.
Erin of Troy, Ohio I think the media has gotten out of control. Who cares if a 16-year old is pregnant? Times are a-changin' and this isn't the big shocker it would have been maybe 10 years ago. Props to her for having the courage to go public and put herself through the same scrutiny that has all but destroyed her sister.
Larry Lines of Houston, Texas Teen parents are not pariahs to be judged and pretend that they don't exist. They are real parents with real children who will be in society and the schools with everyone else. Keep your judgment to yourself, or I will start criticizing your parenting skills. There are plenty of people that waited until they got married to have sex that are terrible people and terrible parents. The same group of fascists that tell us not to have sex until we get married and then ostracize Jamie Lynn for having a baby would crucify her for having an abortion. Learn some real Christian compassion. The miracle of life is happening to this young woman. Get onboard or shut up.
Agents rushed to the Naco, Arizona, Border Station and arrested Adams, then a lanky, bearded mission support specialist with the Border Patrol. After some coaxing, Adams admitted to raping MJ and to sexually assaulting her younger sister, and to posting video of the assaults on the internet. When agents raided his home, they seized phones and computers holding more than 4,000 photos and nearly 1,000 videos depicting child sex abuse, many featuring the Adams daughters.
MJ's little sister was only 2 when she met her adoptive mother for the first time. The toddler wrapped her arms and legs around Miranda Whitworth's head, buried her face in her neck, and refused to look up to say good-bye to members of Leizza's family. "It was the craziest thing," said Whitworth who, with her husband, Matthew, welcomed the toddler into their family. "It was like when you see a baby monkey or baby gorilla cling to their mother, and they just won't let go."
In order to reach heaven, Hiyori puts a chastity belt on Mitsuki that fills up every time Mitsuki has sexual feelings from Yuya, whether it be from simply going on a date with him to kissing and sex. For every time it fills up a little, Hiyori gains a step on a bridge that connects her current situation and the literal gates of heaven. If Mitsuki doesn't help her then it will result in both their deaths, and so if she wants to get rid of the annoying Hiyori, Mitsuki has to make some bold and sexy moves against her own brother, even if he is just a stepbrother. As the series progresses Mitsuki questions if the feelings towards her brother are of true love that goes beyond just brother and sister or if they are a result of Hiyori's feelings towards him.
In Ayanna Dozier\u2019s little book about The Velvet Rope, from the 33 1/3 series, she gives context that I knew nothing about at the time I first listened to \u201CI Get Lonely.\u201D Janet wanted to write a personal album, one about her battle with depression, among other things, but the media, mostly dominated by white men, didn\u2019t get it (or in some cases actively went after it). No one believed a star at the height of her game could also be depressed. Those who believed it found it laughable. People dismissed the album as a failure, and wanted to talk about her weight fluctuations instead. But the music lives to tell the tale. It\u2019s fucking good.
In her Brooding column this week, Kathryn Jezer-Morton writes a lovely meditation about music and families. She encourages us not to judge and fret when our kids play the Frozen 2 soundtrack like it\u2019s going out of style but don\u2019t seem to appreciate the subtle genius of Sufjan Stevens. She\u2019s right. But whether it\u2019s Elsa or Sufjan, I do want my children to feel the way I feel about music. My friend\u2019s six-year-old daughter is really in to the movie Grease, as kids occasionally are, and a video of her singing along to \u201CGreased Lightnin\u2019\u201D with her headphones made the rounds in our little circle and got a lot of views and chatter. It was cute, for sure, but what got us all razzed up was how deeply she was singing the lyrics, eyes closed, everything on the table. She\u2019s listening to the music like we do, my friend observed, like a big kid. I need to work on letting my kids like what they like, but also the absolute joy it brings me when one of them asks me for a \u201Cbiiiiiiig Whitney\u201D song, or when we belt out Robyn\u2019s \u201CDancing On My Own\u201D while biking through the streets of our city, or when my son tells me he thinks Sade\u2019s voice \u201Csounds like love,\u201D is almost overwhelming.
At a wedding of a high school friend last weekend, I was surrounded by people with the same musical upbringing, people who deeply understood the importance of the year 1997, and probably had the journal entries to prove it, buried somewhere in their parents\u2019 basements. I didn\u2019t have to politely shimmy off of the dance floor when Love Is a Battlefield came on, because my entire crew of friends sighed in unison and retreated to the bar until they heard the opening notes of Big Pun\u2019s \u201CStill Not a Player\u201D (also 1997) and rushed back on the floor. I am not saying that one is objectively better than the other, only that having a very clear sense of our subjective preference, with an almost physiological love of the latter, bound us together. I danced with Alex Brown to Adena Howard\u2019s \u201CFreak Like Me\u201D and thought, \u201Cthis is my tribe,\u201D maybe, in a cynical view, because we liked the same things, or, in a more generous one, because we knew what it was like to have this music mean the world to us, and to have the world, especially the dizzy, saturated world of adolescence, be moderated by this music.
We all know the story of Moses parting the Red Sea (in a college improv show, I once made a joke using this as a metaphor for having sex with a woman who is menstruating, if you're still wondering if I\u2019m a proper believer), but my image has always been of him, like, lifting up his bad ass staff and slamming it down and then the sea is like \u201Cwoah, you Jews go on a ahead\u201D and they pass and then Pharaoh\u2019s like \u201CI never should have been so distracted by the death of my first born that I let these people go!!\u201D 2ff7e9595c
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