The problem here isn't that actors had high educational hopes for their children. The problem is that they spoiled them rotten (Olivia Jade's general take on life is appalling), and that they ignored the kids' actual strengths and interests, and that they forced their fantasy of success onto them.
I'm not sure they had high educational hopes, maybe just educational hopes, but since they had $$$s they went for top schools. Perhaps Olivia's parents wanted her to have an alternative career path in case her current one went sour. Unfortunately, it did go sour, as did the educational hopes, thanks to the scandal. The upbringing seems to be a whole other issue, though they're not unrelated.
I'm curious why so much media emphasis has been on the actors and their kids. Not excusing them at all, but weren't most of those implicated in the scandal non-Hollywood types? Is this an example of one's fame working against them?
If I had to guess, when she talks abut how she can't keep the same schedule with Millie, I believe she's referring to a breast feeding schedule. It seems that she has to breastfeed for five minutes and then pump, as well as carefully monitor how much she's eating and for how long- which I imagine is very different than doing on-demand feeding.
I am so jealous of the American way of learming to drive and getting your licence. I know rules vary from state to state, but overall it seem so to be a much fairer system than in my own European country.
Here, people don't tend to learn until their 20s and the test itself is a nightmare. Most people have to take the test three or four times to pass. Peole are failed for the smallest of reasons too, not just for dangerous stuff like running red lights or losing control of the car.
I am currently in the process and it is so stressful it has literally made me sick. Multiple instructors have confirmed I am a very safe driver, but that is different from passing the test.
ETA: If you want a full and non restricted licence you have to do the test in a manual car too. Otherwise, you don't get a full licence.
My power on and everything will be okay approach is punctuated by bouts of terror. This one is lasting longer than normal.
I am afraid:
That I won’t be able to find a house, that we will end up homeless which will be a death sentence for my elderly dogs and older cats, that the current landlord will keep bothering us with maintenance requests so they can fix things adding to my stress of scheduling and keeping the house as perfect as possible while we pack, of losing everthing we own, of losing my job due to having no where to live and ending up in a spiral from which I won’t recover, of having no survival skills, of physical issues getting worse due to pressure to keep house perfect in meantime and lifting things I shouldn’t when I pack, of ....failing my kids and animals that depend on me to keep them sheltered and safe.
Mostly I’m afraid that all the worst case scenarios going through my head atm aren’t tulpuas my anxiety is conjuring to torment me but just clarity and a realistic view of my life.
This is what I do when life shits the bed. Always. I vascialte between confidence that things will work out, because they always do, and and abject terror that this time they won’t because my luck has to run out sometime.
its when the balance shifts below 95% confidence and I spend more time in the worst case realm that I have a bad time.
I have been listening to a lot of podcasts about true crime to feel better about my life - no matter what at least I’m not a sociopathic monster.
so there’s that.