You can eat or be eaten.
Slay or starve.
The choice is yours.
This is a spineless generation of consumerism and the number of boomerang kids is increasing exponentially. 345 more words
Gill is somewhat impulsive and, dare I say, childlike in her excitement when she comes upon something that catches her fancy. I need only point to some of her more outlandish fashion choices (costumes, really) like the blue and pink plaid pants with the huge flair at the bottom, or the penguin biscuits from President’s Choice and the canary yellow suitcase she bought several years ago. 573 more words
We’re the ‘boomerang kids’. The sticky little tykes that our parent’s generation can’t quite shake. We yearn for independence, but cringe at the cost. To pay extortionate rent and sacrifice life’s little luxuries, or navigate our way through evolving relationships with our aging homies? 876 more words