As a child, my membership to Scholastic’s official Baby-Sitters Club was just one of the many ways I made my parents waste their money. Once a month I received four of these books, along with some other random crap like stickers. As an eight-year-old, I did not question the adulthood or authority of the girls who were trapped in the eighth grade for eternity. Even then, however, I knew that Kristy Thomas was a total bitch. I also learned about diabetes from Stacey and as she’s supposed to be the gorgeous blonde city girl, it perplexed me for longer than I’d care to admit that diabetes was actually associated with weight problems.
Revisit the tragic #firstworldproblems shared by your former fictional besties and a few snarky bloggers.