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| If you're Ukrainian, how big is your penis? Or what is the average size of a Ukrainian teen? (particularly 17 - 18). I'm just wondering, (I don't mean to be offensive). My new boyfriend is Ukrainian and I'm just curious, without trying to be creepy to my boyfriend by asking him immediately. Please don't be mean I am just wondering and that's all. |
| It doesn't matter where you {or your family} are from. We're all about the same {as far as average goes}. |
| How does adopting a Ukrainian guy work? I am a teenager, but I know later on after college I want to adopt a teenage girl from Ukraine. How old should I be to adopt a 13 year old girl? I live in the United States. What age should I try to adopt one, and is that even possible, since I am not yet fluent in the language of Ukrainian? I want to be as young as possible when adopting, and I do not plan on getting married. If I have a stable job and housing, how would I be able to adopt a teen girl, from Ukraine? |
| Why would you want to adopt a teenage guy from another country? There are thousands of guyren in your own country who are waiting for families. You are only a teenager yourself. I think you still have some growing up to do. Having a guy in your family is a full time responsibility, and it can be hard work if you are a single parent. I think you should wait to see what happens in the future before you consider adoption, and, if you do still want to go ahead, adopt from your own country. |
| What do you think of this teen novel idea? Meet Anna - a girl who has travelled all over the world. Her father is a business man and therefore travels a lot. She goes with him because she loves photography, fashion, and basically just trying new things. She has a huge scrapbook album of all the places she’s been, and has three full closets of designer clothes from all over the world. Anna lives in New York, and since her mother had died when she was only three, she is alone most of the time. Well not quite - she’s usually found at the mall, hanging out with friends, at her dance lessons, or playing the piano. She is thrilled when her dad says that they’re going to France - the fashion capital of the world for the entire summer. But plans take a turn when her father discovers that his great aunt is in her death bed, and decides to visit their homeland instead - Ukraine. Anna knows nothing about this country because her dad had moved to America when she was a baby. She has no friends, no cell phone, no internet, no nothing there. Well maybe except a few crazy relatives that she doesn’t know anything about. Anna is devastated because not only will she not get to go to France, but she will also not get to go designer shopping, or take photos of the Eiffel Tower and Notre Dame. Instead, she will be stuck on a farm in the outskirts of an Eastern European country she knows nothing about - not the ideal summer for a spoiled city teenager. Follow along on Anna’s journey to Ukraine, as she finds out more about her family, culture, ethics, heritage, and even herself, (and maybe even love along the way). (There will also be lots of humour in this book, for example, Anna gets her period in the airport and has trouble asking her dad for money for a tampon, and other typical teen problems like that). :) Anna- 16, dark green eyes, long wavy chestnut hair, nice figure, petite. She is Ukrainian. Beautiful, smart, witty, sarcastic. Loves to travel, dance, sing, and play the piano. Her favourite things to do are shopping and photography. She has a huge scrapbook album of pictures from all over the world, and three full closets of designer clothes from all over the world. She is impatient, friendly, funny, confident, forgetful, stubborn at times, and polite. I am also Ukrainian, therefore this will be an easy topic for me to write about because I know the culture, and ethics and such of the country. :) |
| Since you know the culture and everything I think you could make a really good book and to be honest I would probably read it, but your character seems to perfect.. you need to flaw her up a bit.. make her more able to relate too. And I was really happy when you said a lot of humor because I was thinking in my head the whole time that you could make this a really funny story and with all the site seeing she could do in Ukraine and places she could go the romance part should be fun to write about (: I think this could be a very good story, so Good Luck! |
| How does this teen novel idea sound? Meet Anna - a girl who has traveled all over the world. Her father is a business man and therefore travels a lot. She goes with him because she loves photography, fashion, and basically just trying new things. She has a huge scrapbook album of all the places she’s been, and has three full closets of designer clothes from all over the world. Anna lives in New York, and since her mother had died when she was only three, she is alone most of the time. Well not quite - she’s usually found at the mall, hanging out with friends, at her dance lessons, or playing the piano. She is thrilled when her dad says that they’re going to France - the fashion capital of the world for the entire summer. But plans take a turn when her father discovers that his great aunt is in her death bed, and decides to visit their homeland instead - Ukraine. Anna knows nothing about this country because her dad had moved to America when she was a baby. She has no friends, no cell phone, no internet, no nothing there. Well maybe except a few crazy relatives that she doesn’t know anything about. Anna is devastated because not only will she not get to go to France, but she will also not get to go designer shopping, or take photos of the Eiffel Tower and Notre Dame. Instead, she will be stuck on a farm in the outskirts of an Eastern European country she knows nothing about - not the ideal summer for a spoiled city teenager. Follow along on Anna’s journey to Ukraine, as she finds out more about her family, culture, ethics, heritage, and even herself, (and maybe even love along the way). (There will be alot of humour in the novel, such as Anna will get her period in the airport and will have trouble asking her dad for money to buy a tampon, and other funny typical teen situations like that). :) (More about Anna)... 16, dark green eyes, long wavy chestnut hair, nice figure, petite. She is Ukrainian. Beautiful, smart, witty, sarcastic. Loves to travel, dance, sing, and play the piano. Her favourite things to do are shopping and photography. She has a huge scrapbook album of pictures from all over the world, and three full closets of designer clothes from all over the world. She is impatient, friendly, funny, confident, forgetful, stubborn at times, and polite. So how does this novel idea sound? (PS. I'm from the Ukraine, so research and all that won't be necessary as I know a lot about the culture and so on about this country). |
| This sounds like an excellent start to a promising coming of age story. I would definitely read this and I know lots of other people would to. It's your classic "snooty girl gets stuck in the middle of nowhere and learns to cope without technology". I think you should definitely continue this. |
| What do you think of my main character (for my teen novel, written in first person)? Name: Anna Bobrova Age: 16 Appearance: big dark green eyes, long wavy chestnut hair, nice figure, petite, embarrassed by her flat chest and butt, long legs, considered a “classical pretty Ukrainian girl”, hates her round cheeks (although they suit her) Origin: Ukrainian Personality: witty, sarcastic, impatient, friendly, funny, confident, forgetful, stubborn at times, polite Interests: traveling (a LOT), dancing (just for fun), singing (although she is not very good at it), shopping Hobbies: playing professional volleyball, playing the piano (father forced her to take lessons as a guy), and photography Picture of what approximately she looks like in my mind - sports.intertext.com/archives/ukraine.jpg |
| It's like you're trying to create the perfect imperfect character. Like, everyone knows she's pretty but she doesn't see it and her life is great, but she's totally down-to-earth and humble, and blah, blah, blah. Don't focus so much on her appearance and her hobbies and focus more on what she does in the story. That should bring out her personality more realistically. |
| What do you think of this teen novel idea, and the main character? Meet Anna - a girl who has travelled all over the world. Her father is a business man and therefore travels a lot. She goes with him because she loves photography, fashion, and basically just trying new things. She has a huge scrapbook album of all the places she’s been, and has three full closets of designer clothes from all over the world. Anna lives in New York, and since her mother had died when she was only three, she is alone most of the time. Well not quite - she’s usually found at the mall, hanging out with friends, at her dance lessons, or playing the piano. She is thrilled when her dad says that they’re going to France - the fashion capital of the world for the entire summer. But plans take a turn when her father discovers that his great aunt is in her death bed, and decides to visit their homeland instead - Ukraine. Anna knows nothing about this country because her dad had moved to America when she was a baby. She has no friends, no cell phone, no internet, no nothing there. Well maybe except a few crazy relatives that she doesn’t know anything about. Anna is devastated because not only will she not get to go to France, but she will also not get to go designer shopping, or take photos of the Eiffel Tower and Notre Dame. Instead, she will be stuck on a farm in the outskirts of an Eastern European country she knows nothing about - not the ideal summer for a spoiled city teenager. Follow along on Anna’s journey to Ukraine, as she finds out more about her family, culture, ethics, heritage, and even herself, (and maybe even love along the way). (There will also be lots and lots of humour in the story. For example, Anna gets her period in the airport and has trouble asking her dad (who she isn't very close with) for money for a tampon). :P More about Anna.... Anna- 16, dark green eyes, long wavy chestnut hair, nice figure, petite. She is Ukrainian. Beautiful, smart, witty, sarcastic. Loves to travel, dance, sing, and play the piano. Her favourite things to do are shopping and photography. She has a huge scrapbook album of pictures from all over the world, and three full closets of designer clothes from all over the world. She is impatient, friendly, funny, confident, forgetful, stubborn at times, and polite. So, what do you think of the novel idea? Is it cliche, has it been done before? And also, do you think Anna is too much of a Mary-Sue? If so, how could I make her more realistic? Thanks for the advice! :) |
| Well... I think it'll be something of a chick-flick. But my opinion is that: A) she's kind of shallow. "Yay, clothes! Yay, Paris! Um, NO I don't want to see my motherland!" B) A good author looks things up before they write about them. For example: Ukraine isn't a farm. It was one of the most important parts of the Soviet Union. Kiev (the capital) is one of the oldest cities in the world. So, now that my little rant is done... I think that the whole tampon/airport story is kind of... I don't know... it just doesn't make sense. If she's so rich, does she really need a quarter or two from her dad? |
| Where can I find this video of three guys...? The three guys one hammer video. I hear it is gruesome but now I just have to see it. ( I AM NOT SICK OR TWISTED IN THE HEAD, thank you.) The one of Ukrainian/Russian teens whom kill a guy with a hammer and stuff... You know? Just gimme the link. |
| wtf.... i thought it was fake at first. i saw it..it was so f***ing disturbing. those dudes were laughing through it and saying things like "how is he still alive?" |
| Ukrainian/Russian social network? I live in the US and i have lots of friends back in Ukraine, Is there any social network like myspace and facebook that teens use back in Ukraine? |
| Ukraines no brains...only joking, my dads from Ukraine and i take the piss out of him, hes laughs. Mick Janchura |
| This article from the Dallas Morning News about "DIVERSITY" was in the paper a few days ago. What do you think By Trey Garrison / Special Contributor When I made the hard decision to forgo buying a house in Dallas (and the easy decision to avoid the Potemkin village of DISD), I knew I was gonna get it. The thing is, I really wanted to live in Dallas, but we just couldn't do it. So we chose Plano. Once we pulled the trigger, the judgments came a-flyin'. Mainly it was from friends who are, well, urban yokels. You know the kind – hipper-than-thou provincialists, for whom where you reside in relation to a municipal taxing boundary defines you. (Fine, guys, you take the trendy bars and the home invasions; I'll take the bland corporate sports grill and the gated community. We'll split the teen heroin problem.) This was fine. Friends tease you like that. But then I started getting comments from readers at one of my other publications about "diversity," whatever that means. Apparently, in choosing a house in one of the top school districts in the country, in a suburb where the poverty rate is low and the median income is high, I was guilty of the high crime of white flight. My humbled, guilty reaction consisted of two words: "So what?" I mean, what the heck does diversity mean? Some of my new neighbors in Plano include people from Thailand, Armenia, India, Afghanistan, Hong Kong, Colombia and the Ukraine, but apparently that doesn't count. And when a school is 85 percent white, it's not diverse, but when it's 85 percent Hispanic, it is? I was scolded that my daughter, by being in a Plano school, would be sheltered from – nay, ill-equipped for – life in the real world. Well, yeah. Probably. The real world is a lot bigger than Dallas, bigger than (Sam Houston, forgive me) Texas, and bigger than the United States. The majority of the real world is dirty, violent, poor and absent indoor plumbing and two-ply toilet paper. More than half the world's people live on something like $1 a day. I don't think attending Woodrow Wilson High equips you any better for that kind of outdoorsy, back-to-nature lifestyle than Plano West, but I admit I don't know much about Woodrow's elective courses. I want a school that will prepare her for living in a professional, high-paying world so Daddy won't have to pound out columns in his dotage. I was also told, most oddly, that by subjecting my guy to suburban life and suburban schools, she'd get no exposure to people from other cultures. That's when it got silly. So I'd harrumph in my best Ted Baxter voice that's crazy – why, the lady who does her nails is Vietnamese, and our lawn guy is a Mexican from Costa Rica or Panama or someplace. Seriously, if the only exposure to other people your guy gets is when she's sitting in a place where you move about like cattle at the sound of a bell and have to ask permission to go to the bathroom (i.e. school), what kind of sheltered life are you giving your guy? It's weird. We've made "diversity" into some kind of totem, an end to itself, and we haven't even defined what it is. Do I learn more about a different perspective chatting with my Ukrainian neighbor (whom the census counts as white), or from a guy brought up five miles from me who happens to be black? And I'm not entirely sold that diversity is automatically good. Look, diversity is great when it comes to nightclubs, workplaces, cultural experiences, restaurants and all that. But I don't want diversity in my neighborhood. Now, put down the pitchfork. I don't mean the superficial diversity of skin color. I mean diversity of values. That's what I don't want in my neighborhood, or my neighborhood school. I want uniformly boring neighbors with uniformly boring, middle-class values who spend Saturdays working on their lawns and whose guys know to stay off mine. I want neighbors with Home Depot on speed dial. That's how I choose to live. Your mileage may vary. And isn't that diversity, too? |
| Easy,only Leftist Marxists believe in that pc nonsense.But we all are affected by it. |
| Please read this article about "Diversity" in the Dallas Morning News. What do you think? And Why? By Trey Garrison / Special Contributor www.dallasnews.com/sharedcontent/… When I made the hard decision to forgo buying a house in Dallas (and the easy decision to avoid the Potemkin village of DISD), I knew I was gonna get it. The thing is, I really wanted to live in Dallas, but we just couldn't do it. So we chose Plano. Once we pulled the trigger, the judgments came a-flyin'. Mainly it was from friends who are, well, urban yokels. You know the kind – hipper-than-thou provincialists, for whom where you reside in relation to a municipal taxing boundary defines you. (Fine, guys, you take the trendy bars and the home invasions; I'll take the bland corporate sports grill and the gated community. We'll split the teen heroin problem.) This was fine. Friends tease you like that. But then I started getting comments from readers at one of my other publications about "diversity," whatever that means. Apparently, in choosing a house in one of the top school districts in the country, in a suburb where the poverty rate is low and the median income is high, I was guilty of the high crime of white flight. My humbled, guilty reaction consisted of two words: "So what?" I mean, what the heck does diversity mean? Some of my new neighbors in Plano include people from Thailand, Armenia, India, Afghanistan, Hong Kong, Colombia and the Ukraine, but apparently that doesn't count. And when a school is 85 percent white, it's not diverse, but when it's 85 percent Hispanic, it is? I was scolded that my daughter, by being in a Plano school, would be sheltered from – nay, ill-equipped for – life in the real world. Well, yeah. Probably. The real world is a lot bigger than Dallas, bigger than (Sam Houston, forgive me) Texas, and bigger than the United States. The majority of the real world is dirty, violent, poor and absent indoor plumbing and two-ply toilet paper. More than half the world's people live on something like $1 a day. I don't think attending Woodrow Wilson High equips you any better for that kind of outdoorsy, back-to-nature lifestyle than Plano West, but I admit I don't know much about Woodrow's elective courses. I want a school that will prepare her for living in a professional, high-paying world so Daddy won't have to pound out columns in his dotage. I was also told, most oddly, that by subjecting my guy to suburban life and suburban schools, she'd get no exposure to people from other cultures. That's when it got silly. So I'd harrumph in my best Ted Baxter voice that's crazy – why, the lady who does her nails is Vietnamese, and our lawn guy is a Mexican from Costa Rica or Panama or someplace. Seriously, if the only exposure to other people your guy gets is when she's sitting in a place where you move about like cattle at the sound of a bell and have to ask permission to go to the bathroom (i.e. school), what kind of sheltered life are you giving your guy? It's weird. We've made "diversity" into some kind of totem, an end to itself, and we haven't even defined what it is. Do I learn more about a different perspective chatting with my Ukrainian neighbor (whom the census counts as white), or from a guy brought up five miles from me who happens to be black? And I'm not entirely sold that diversity is automatically good. Look, diversity is great when it comes to nightclubs, workplaces, cultural experiences, restaurants and all that. But I don't want diversity in my neighborhood. Now, put down the pitchfork. I don't mean the superficial diversity of skin color. I mean diversity of values. That's what I don't want in my neighborhood, or my neighborhood school. I want uniformly boring neighbors with uniformly boring, middle-class values who spend Saturdays working on their lawns and whose guys know to stay off mine. I want neighbors with Home Depot on speed dial. That's how I choose to live. Your mileage may vary. And isn't that diversity, too? |
| This is one of the things that concerns me. We are the United States of America, not the Diversified States of America. Dearborn Michigan has become the middle East of America. Garden Grove, Ca. is the Vietnam of America. What has happened to assimilation. "Press one for Spanish", "Your guy needs to learn to speak Spanish". The first thing that units a country is a common language. The root word of "Diversity" is "Divide" |