This weekend, Charlie Chaplin, a man whose face you know and movies you don't, would have celebrated his th birthday. Though no birth certificate for the British film icon has ever been found, it's generally accepted that he was born on April 16, Celebrities' birthdays are completely irrelevant, yet many have noted that the beloved Aries entered the world just four days before another toothbrush-mustached famous person: Adolf Hitler. Although Chaplin's ridiculous facial hair came with a sense for slapstick, the pair are often compared, and not just because the " tyrannical director " satirized the tyrannical dictator in a film. Born into poverty in south London to a deadbeat dad and a mentally ill mother, Charlie Chaplin had all the makings of a rags-to-riches success story. The hard-working, spottily educated little Chaplin spent his childhood as a clog dancer, in and out of workhouses and relatives' homes, before learning physical comedy from the legendary British comedian Fred Karno. From there, according to Peter Ackroyd's biography Charlie Chaplin: A Brief Life , Chaplin rose to the status of "the most famous man in the world" by the age of
How to Be an Adult
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Learning how to grow up and be more mature starts with knowing what you truly value. Being an adult means sticking to your values, even when it's not popular or doesn't benefit you. W hen I was like four years old, despite my mother warning me not to, I put my finger on a hot stove. The stove was red and bright and shiny and I knew yummy food came from it, so the allure was irresistible. That day I learned an important lesson: really hot things suck. They burn you. And you want to avoid touching them again. Around the same time, I made another important discovery. The ice cream that my parents would treat me on occasion was stored in the freezer, on a shelf that could be easily accessed if I stood on my tippy toes. One day, while my mother was in the other room poor mom , I grabbed the ice cream, sat on the floor, and proceeded to engorge myself with my bare hands.
What It’s Like to Grow Up
That's right, I'm on to you. You do the shitty things we all do and you don't admit it either. Don't believe me? Here's eleven of them. I have a secret I want to tell you. So while you sit around and agonize about what life would have been like had you stayed with your ex-boyfriend instead of dumping him, I already know — you fucked up, girl; he was like, a super nice guy. As you can imagine, it becomes taxing, especially at parties. And then when you get it right, they freak out and buy you way too many drinks, or worse, try to start a religious cult centered around you.
The hair on my legs stood on end. Then, the feeling of needles grazing the flesh of my arm announced itself to my brain. It began pumping through my arteries.