There's a TV show called "Dance Moms." I've watched it, and the only thing that kept me from puking is the fact that it's scripted. Those girls are going to be so screwed up when they're older. (I was at a dance school, and it was the trauma place.)
Mommy won't let me watch Black Swan- I've heard it's good, and I wanted to see it, but then I saw the synopsis of it and I was like "Thank you Mommy for sticking to your guns and saying I wasn't allowed to watch it!"
She also wouldn't let me watch "One flew over the Cuckoo's nest." and I haven't.
My Mommy went to the bookstore when I was about fifteen, and she picked up a book called "Flowers in the Attic" by some guy named V.C Andrews. She was all like "This is a good book I remember reading it when I was your age." I HATED it, tried to read it for Mommy, but I hated every second of it. I didn't know why when I was reading it, but now I do. BAD BAD BAD book for those with abuse and although I didn't experience this, it's a bad book for those with sexual abuse too.