<p>I don’t understand make-up <em>at all</em>. $20 to conceal a blemish? A total of about $150 to buy things so your face looks unnatural, but “enhanced”? Hours in the bathroom perfecting that look? WHY? (I guess same goes for plastic surgery. :D) <– just came back from Clinique make-over; oh boy.</p>
<p>I don’t get women who are surprised when their live-in boyfriends ask them to marry them. :“I can’t believe it!!!”</p>
<p>Or when they don’t ask!!!</p>
<p>LOL! </p>
<p>Re: make-up. For me at least, it lasts forever (so no worries about spending that kind of money very often). </p>
<p>TheDad: read Ex Libris by Anne Fadiman (sp?).</p>
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<p>I don’t get why a pair shoes cost more than a good book. Shoes are useful items that protect and decorate your feet for a few months, maybe a year. Good books, including textbooks, offer up treasures to last a lifetime.</p>
<p>Yeah, but a great pair of heals…ooohhhhh…shoes- don’t disparage the great shoe!!! I have had shoes for ten years, and I LOVE THEM!!!</p>
<p>I get shoes for $150, because no matter how big your butt may be, your shoes will fit!!</p>
<p>that is EXACTLY why we love the great shoes!!</p>
<p>back to topic:</p>
<p>I don’t get why we are so annoying and embarrasing to our childred, for just being. or breathing. or talking. sigh</p>
<p>Or better yet; </p>
<p>How did we start out as people who knew everything and then became people who don’t know anything according to these same kids?</p>
<p>Woman who fall in love and marry men after those men have been imprisoned for life or sentenced to death.</p>
<p>The way I see it’s better them than me, so I do get it(lol).</p>
<p>Erm, come to think of it, I don’t get why I like DDR so much…when I think about it, I’m basically acting like a human player piano…but it’s still so much fun, even though I don’t get it…</p>
<p>While I’m at it, I don’t get how you people AAA any songs, and those 9 & 10 foot ones in particular…</p>
<p>I don’t get why 17-year-olds hang out in the Parent Cafe and make me feel older than ever by talking about newfangled things I don’t understand. DDR? AAA (not, I suspect, the American Automobile Association)? “9 & 10 foot ones”? 
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<p>Sorry…DDR = Dance Dance Revolution…been around for 6 years, I think…</p>
<p>There are four arrows on a pad on the ground: up, down, left, and right. You press the arrows as they appear on a screen, timed to music. When you’re done, you are graded based on how accurately you matched the arrows. AAA = you hit all arrows within .05 seconds of the proper time (yeah, it’s insane). Songs are given ratings based on their difficulty. They used to be on a scale from 1 foot (easy) to 9 feet (hard)…then one day, someone had the bright idea of introducing superhard 10-foot songs. From then on, it’s spun out of control, with 13-foot songs circulating on the Internet (but I’ve never seen those done with feet…it’s hard enough as it is on the arrow keys of a keyboard).</p>
<p>I don’t get paying 60 dollars for “designer” jeans that look like they’ve been hauled up out of a mine—torn, frayed, faded to nearly colorlessness, and rubbed with a stain meant to look like dirt (though maybe it IS dirt!). </p>
<p>I don’t get why teen-aged boys wear baggy jeans so oversized in the waist that the crotch literally sags down around their knees, causing them to walk the bow-legged sloutch of cow pokes, and hitch up the waist every few seconds in order to stop them from pooling around their ankles.</p>
<p>Or why teen-aged girls wear skin tight hip-hugger jeans with thong underwear that display where “the Lawd split 'em” as they wander in and out of those ubiquitous and nearly identical teen mall boutiques.</p>
<p>I don’t understand why clothing for teen-aged girls is so expensive, and yet so tacky and so pittifully constructed of the very poorest quality material. And I doubly don’t get why girls are willing to pay a king’s ransome for such clothing.</p>
<p>I don’t get “Fear Factor”.</p>
<p>I don’t get “Desperate Housewives”</p>
<p>I don’t get “The Apprentice” or “Survivor”</p>
<p>poetsheart, OMG, thank you-- the sagging!! How did I forget the sagging? So incredible how these Joe Cool guys at my D’s HS will walk around with major “I’m hot” attitudes, mirrored sunglasses, scarcely looking left or right … yet their a$$es are hanging completely out of their pants, and they have to keep hitching them up to bottom-of-butt level. It is HILARIOUS! :D</p>
<p>Risotto. This may be said somewhere in the next few pages, but I’m afraid I’ll forget… Since we just did the Ninja Turtles Philistines tour of Italy (where you point out anything by an artist whose name you remember from when your kids watched the Ninja Turtles—while on the way to your next meal), I can say that properly cooked risotto is a joy.</p>
<p>It is not (according to my Italian friends) necessary to stir constantly. It is necessary to keep the rice at a rolling boil for the entire cooking time, which requires MASSIVE amounts of broth, since you add both in small amounts every time it gets absorbed. I believe the correct ratio is about 1 cup rice to 4 or 5 cups of broth. It’s also important to use the correct variety of rice (arborio).</p>
<p>oh, those pants! My 12 year old just asked if I could get him some larger pants, because the “cool guys” were mocking him out. (His were worn too high for approval, apparently!) …and these are khaki uniform pants! LOL</p>
<p>Didn’t read the whole thread, but… has anyone mentioned the youth aversion to shortening pants? Egad! those disgusting (un-hygenic) unhemmed. trailing-in-the-mud, shredded, four-inches-too-long pants!!! PLEASE explaing that to me…please…</p>
<p>I don’t get California strawberries - at least the tasteless, juiceless one’s that are shipped to NJ.</p>
<p>What I really don’t get is that during the few short weeks when local NJ strawberries are in season and available at the farm stands and produce specialty places, that people still go to the supermarkets and buy the California berries.</p>