She can be a model for Rimmel or Wet N' Wild lol!

You're a regular Simon Legree the slave driver in Uncle Toms Cabin.

Tom’s last earthly master, the brutal Louisiana plantation owner Simon Legree, is one of the four most famous characters in Uncle Tom’s Cabin – but he doesn’t appear until two-thirds of the way through the novel. Legree’s fame isn’t based on his complexity – it’s hard to imagine a simpler character.

When Legree swaggers into the auction at the slave warehouse, Tom starts shivering immediately, as if he supernaturally senses the man’s evil spirit. And Legree is evil, thoroughly and remorselessly evil. He has no redeeming features. He’s got a conscience, but he’s trampled it under and decided to behave with utterly inhuman cruelty. Once Legree appears, as savvy readers, we know that Tom is doomed.

Sephora is the cheap shit for my bride. I blame my mother. When we told my parents that we were heading to Tahoe to get married my mom took my bride to the Lancôme counter for a full makeover, bought her all of the stuff the artist put on her, and my investment in high end makeup took off and has never slowed down since. What I would give to have my bride buy her makeup at Sephora. She does buy skin care there but as for the paint and spackle, nope. It is all Lancôme, Dior, Bobby Brown, etc ..... from the high in stores. Ughhhh!

I do find the argument about what SD-15 might could possibly do in the future a bit unnecessary and premature.

Better that you and DH discuss her current behavior and behavioral expectations that you can both enforce in your marital home.

SD will do what she will do when she is at each future age. Set the behavioral expectations now, enforce them, and deal with the future when and if it happens.

IMHO of course.

How does a father do the dishes his 15yo daughter is supposed to be doing? It is simply unimaginable. Sure there are various emergencies or over-riding obligations such as she needs to be in choir practice but really?

We live in a society of enablers who would rather pick up after able-bodied skids than hear the tantrums they still throw. She should be doing ALL of the dishes at almost every dinner during the week!

Go take her phone. Ask what she contributes to the household in order to EARN that phone? You and DH will get into a pissing match, but he'll understand you mean business, it just might take longer for him to come around.

My SDstb19 has worked fast-food for 3 summers and doesn't even make $8 yet. Three summers. You should be aiming a little higher, my dear. She can only work 3 days a week this summer otherwise she'll get "stressed out."

Since we were discussing doing dishes and such here, ......

Last Thanksgiving,, I was making a full holiday dinner in my home. The previous years we had the skids on the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, so I would rush home and throw together a holiday meal in 2 hours (pre-cooked bird.) This past year, the BM died, so we had and still have, the skids FT. I planned on serving Thanksgiving dinner at 1pm. At 12:15pm SDstb19 appears in the living room in a sports bra and shorts. It was 45 degrees out. I asked if she was hot, and she said she was going to go workout on the treadmill in the basement. It's 45 minutes until serving time and she is getting on the treadmill! I was furious as I cooked in the kitchen. I could hear her footsteps below me in the bsmt, running on the treadmill.

I turned to DH and said that she was NOT to sit at my dinner table with fresh linens, all sweaty from a workout! She needed to shower. He went to the bsmt to inform her of this bec he agreed. Next, I hear whimpering and then a blood-curdling scream. He leaves her down there (she was 18 and still is until next week). I hear her sobbing through the kitchen floor and while I understand she was missing her mother, I still snickered to myself a little at how ridiculous she was acting.

DH went back downstairs 10 minutes later and I hear him say," Get up off of the floor SDstb19!" She's curled up crying and screaming and then pouting. She screams that her mother is dead. Her father said that if her mother were alive she'd say you were being a dumbass and to get up off the floor.

She went and showered. Recapturing that lovely moment just a few weeks ago, SDst18 said she didn't think the holiday was "that special."

I have a good mind not to cook this year and if I do, she can do the dishes. I might just microwave her a Lean Cuisine turkey dinner.

Sorry didn't mean to get off-topic. I had a lot of dishes to do that day. lol

makeup is not a necessity for anyone. the only exception i would make is if perhaps my teen had horrible, horrible acne because you can be picked on pretty bad for that. but i would probably avoid makeup and invest instead in proper treatment.

at least she's 15....my aunt lets my 11 year old cousin wear makeup and it's all clinque brand! She also just got her eyebrows waxed yesterday at the salon. They posted a picture on facebook. We were like okay....better put her on bithcontrol now while your at it! She also gets a manicure and pedicure every other week. When she does her makeup she does the cat eye liner, all jacked up and uneven, then does purple or blue eyeshadow. She looks like Elvira who got ran over by a big-rig several times and then ran over by a herd of llamas. This makeup subject as been the death of me for my wedding since I was told to have her in my wedding. Don't even let me get into the dress she thought she was going to wear. So disgusting. Thanks to her now if I have a girl as my first child I will know exactly what not to do with her.

Buying hundreds of dollars worth of Clinique makeup for an 11 year old.

She also has just gotten a brand new laptop, the best iphone5 (so she can upload me and my wedding dress pictures to instagram while we were at the fitting---i almost murdered that little bitch for that)itouch,ipad, Oh but she just got a brand new bike because she JUST learned how to ride without training wheels....at age 11. She's being raised into a devil. She's greedy, selfish, spoiled and a miserable little wretch.