I know like 70% of people I am friends with online have cats.

Pros/cons of having a cat? Really interested in the cons because I think I am aware of a lot of the pros.  For one thing, I’ve always wanted a cat and just thinking about having a cat makes me happy so I feel like it would make me feel mentally better (?) if I had a cat, idk.

My brother’s ex-gf’s cat just had kittens and she’s giving them away and they are just so cute, ugh.

zebablah:

I own like almost all those books. That shit was all I read when I was a tween (including Goosebumps and of course my girl Nancy Drew). Every couple years I like to revisit the books, especially the super specials because they are usually super ratchet.

One thing I will never understand is the concept of Mallory and Jessi as “junior” sitters. I mean, my sister was taking care of me when she wasseven but that’s that thug life, immigrant hustle, single-parent, inner city shit - these little girls in BSB have two parents and live in mofucking Connecticut and I really don’t understand why they’re making 5 dollars an hour watching these badass children but whatever. 

So, in Super Special # 10: Sea City, Here We Come! , the entire BSB go down to the Jersey Shore to be “mother’s helpers”, whatever the hell that is. It’s really dramatic because there’s a hurricane and stuff. Also Mallory goes on a date with a 16 year old omg. 

One thing that always made me roll my eyes reading these books though is the way they treated Jessi’s “blackness”. There was always a “By the way, I’m black” line in EVERY BOOK. In one section of the book, she takes the rude ass kids to an ice cream parlor where they watch a singing quartet perform:

The one with the deepest voice was very cute. He also happened to be an African-American, which didn’t hurt.

Which didn’t hurt what? And a question to my black folk - have you ever used “African-American” whilst inner-monologuing or? 

Oh and another sort of cringe inducing passage:

The kids walked out with little mountains of ice cream. (I had ordered a vanilla frozen yogurt. I was determined not to feel like a blimp when I returned to ballet class after vacation. 

I side-eye Ann M. Martin hard for writing that. She’s 11-years-old. Fuck ballet class - eat the ice cream! 

I want Ann M. Martin to come back and write a Felicty-style follow up with the characters in college - Claudia is a starving artist in the East Village with a drug addict boyfriend, Stacey becomes a gallery owner and stops talking to the girls, Kristy and Mary Anne finally get together, Dawn becomes a snobby raw-food Youtube vlogger…..

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