I stumbled across this show back when it originally aired on TV in 1993.
I would rather pull out my eyeballs, dip them in sulfuric acid, put them back into my skull and then make love to Starr Jones than watch 30 more seconds of this show. The marketing of Olsen Twins is an affront to God and Nature, and surely the stage mother who brought forth this blasphemy upon the face of the Earth will some day be smited.
My heart goes out to these 2 poor girls, who are surrounded by a bunch of parasitic adults, dependent upon them for an income. Even I, back in 1993, would not have predicted that these poor girls would end up, at age 21, making out with an old man like Lance Armstrong (true! look it up) and being phoned to help clean the drugs out of Heath Ledger's apartment before the cops were called (also true; look THAT up!). I hope the frigid harpy stage mother that pushed these girls into exploitation is proud of herself.
To the frigid harpy stage mothers of Britney and Jaimie Lynn Spears, the father of Miley Cyrus, the mother of Hillary Duff: look upon these poor girls and mend your ways.
America has this bizarre quasi-pedophiliac obsession with these Disney animatronic under-age girl stars, as if they are all JonBenet Ramseys. Verily I say, if we do not mend our ways, we will all be smiteth.
