When it comes to gang-based child exploitation, it is self-evident to anyone who cares to look that if you look at all the recent high-profile cases, there is a high proportion of men that are of Pakistani heritage.
If you had an ex-wife, and it was a pretty bitter split, you might not ever want to talk to her again. Who cares if everybody in the family and your friends want you to say hello again? It’s your choice whether you want to do it or not.
I was reluctant to join Twitter. My biggest concern was, I don’t want these thoughts that pop into my brain to be immediately broadcast. There’s a danger in that. And also – who cares?
Like children, adolescents need a framework. Otherwise they can’t cope. When someone has unlimited freedom, it means there’s nobody who cares what they’re doing.
Who cares if you get last place. This is the Olympics. Making it is the hard part.
The majority of the film industry is, like, obsessed with a ridiculous gender binary and keeping with this stupid social binary. Like, who cares?
Just do what you want to do, and who cares what people think. That’s always been my thing.
Technologically, I live in the 17th century; I don’t have a computer, I don’t have any of that stuff. I don’t look at the Internet, although I know people tell me I’m all over it. Somebody told me they Googled me, and they said I was mentioned two million times, some stupid thing… but who cares?
I’m being hypocritical because I have a Twitter, but I try to not talk about things like, ‘Oh, I had a grapefruit this morning and it was delicious,’ because, who cares?
I am amazed about how everyone wants to know about my love life. They whisper to me, ‘Tell me the truth? Is it true?’ Who cares? Because we have this job, we are to say to everybody what we do, or with whom we sleep? It’s a bit absurd, but that’s why everybody lies so much.
As long as my team wins games, who cares what people say?
Who cares if you bunt for a base hit?
It’s become fashionable these days to say that the writer writes because he is not whole, he has a wound, he writes to heal it, but who cares if the writer is not whole; of course the writer is not whole, or even particularly well.
Who cares if they throw a football that has no air pressure? What does it matter? Why don’t we let the quarterbacks do whatever they want to the football? I don’t understand why there’s any rules.
When you look at the world, everyone in the world who cares about his or her family wants to have a major portion of their assets in the United States because we are the growth country and the freedom loving country.
Who cares if somebody dances better? Doing my very best is rewarding internally.
I think a progressive is someone who cares to expand freedom for everybody.
At home, I dedicate occasional whole days to reading as if I’m a convalescent. The ideal place for this is the bath, where the body floats free. Books go a little wavy, but they’re mine, so who cares.
It’s a dying art to play live anymore and just play raw. Who cares if you make a mistake? That’s punk rock. Just go out and go for it and make some noise.
When I get hate mail, I get really down on myself, and I read it to my mom, and my mom is like, ‘So what? Who cares? These people don’t know you, so you can’t take the praise or the hate to heart.’
I am a family man who has children, who is a good person, who cares about women’s rights and my kids’ rights and education, and I’m not a leftist elitist. I live a very normal life.
Most humor comes from truth. In the end, if I can laugh about it, who cares?
If you care about social and racial justice, innovation, and humanity, become a teacher. There are amazing kids who have unlimited potential and ideas who need someone who cares about them and their learning.
When you’re a mom to three children, nothing bothers you. Trust me. Who cares what people say? I’ve got other things to deal with.
I’m married. Who cares about me?
I’m not the kind of guy who cares how many hundreds I’ve scored.
Is the Mona Lisa an ‘accurate’ representation of the actual human model for the painting? Who knows? Who cares? It’s a great piece of art. It moves us. It makes us wonder, makes us gape – finally makes us look inward at ourselves.
Who cares if virtually the entire world views Obama’s drone attacks as unjustified and wrong? Who cares if the Muslim world continues to seethe with anti-American animus as a result of this aggression? Empires do what they want.
There’s an old joke that politics is Hollywood for ugly people. An awful lot of the press coverage about Washington reads like coverage of Hollywood. Madonna is having some spat with Sean Penn. Who cares? And who cares which politician is mad at that politician?
I stopped listening to what people say. For me, the most important thing is what my family says, what my coaches say, what my friends say. What people that I never see in my life and what they say? Who cares?
People are afraid to pick who they want to root for. People are all ‘Dariush is so nice, I don’t know why he’s being booed.’ Who cares?
Making media companies that you hope to sell is not a lot of fun for anyone who cares deeply about making media.
Who cares about people’s personal lives? I mean, honestly. How are you then able to disappear into a role?
Resume? I wish I had a resume. And if I did, I wouldn’t scrub anything from it. Who cares?
Do you think that I or anybody else who cares about the NHS would stand by and do nothing if we thought the NHS was going to be privatised in Scotland and its funds were going to be cut? Would we stand back and do nothing without a fight? Of course not.
Every show I’ve been on, my kids pay no attention. They’re just like, ‘Who cares. It’s just dad’s job.’
A person who cares deeply about what people need in their lives is someone I’ll never forget.
The musicals had a good, happy feeling, saying that the world is a better place. They say it’s not reality, but who cares? There’s too much reality these days.
You know, I was a nerdy kid going through high school, and then I got to college and that all vanished. I mean, a lot of my good friends – when we were in high school, we would never have been able to hang out together because we were in such different cliques or whatever. Now, who cares?
As for kids who are struggling personally, ignore the bullies! Who cares what they think? A lot of the time, they’re not thinking, so you shouldn’t take their words to heart. Ignore, ignore, ignore, and keep pushing forward.
Who cares who comes out of the closet or not, so long as you’re happy?
I’m not going to say, I’m an actor and I’m changing the world. Who cares?
Forget about what happened in the past. The past is the past. Who cares? Time heals things.
If I make a fool of myself, who cares? I’m not frightened by anyone’s perception of me.
I am only young once, who cares if I’m a goofball!
Who cares about my opinions?
I just don’t think I’m that interesting. I don’t think what I have to say is that interesting. To hear me go blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I mean, who… cares?
I guess there’s a certain amount of poking fun at certain characters, but that’s because there is something amusing about them or about the way they behave, so I guess you can say that that’s poking fun at the character. But the character is your own invention, so who cares?
The goal of the program, called Giving With Purpose, is to teach college students – and anyone else who cares to register – how to beneficially contribute to charity. That’s not necessarily easy. There are IRS rules for giving that must be learned, and there is wayward, wasteful philanthropy to be avoided.
It doesn’t matter if you have a six-minute match on ‘Superstars,’ go out and steal the show. Go have a great, solid match. Somebody’s going to say, ‘Who cares about ‘Superstars?’ Nobody watches it. And it’s only six minutes.’ That’s the wrong attitude. That’s a loser’s attitude, and that’s what I’ve told dozens of talents.
I wouldn’t take it as a compliment if someone looked at one of my shoes and said, ‘Oh, that looks like a comfortable shoe.’ There is a heel that is too high to walk in, certainly. But who cares? You don’t have to walk in high heels.
Who cares about the Golden Boot? I want the golden cup.
Vocally, I’m definitely pushing out more. That feels good. It’s very freeing. I’ve always been very private and consciously private. Now it’s kinda like, ‘Who cares.’ I’m gonna be free and gonna be me. I feel good.
When you’re a mom and you have three children, nothing bothers you. Trust me. Who cares what people say? I’ve got other things to deal with.
And who cares, five years down the road, what most movies made or didn’t make? If it’s good, it stands up.
Arranged marriages get a bad reputation. Do they always work? No, but that’s true of all marriages. As long as you aren’t forced, who cares how you get together?
The thing is I’m with Nike and I don’t want to wear any other player’s shoe. No Giannis or LeBron – I’m not going to wear those, and it narrows what you can wear. But with the Kobe’s, who cares because Kobe is Kobe. You can wear his shoe because it’s Kobe. They look great, the feel great and it represents something.
I’m a guy with a big heart who cares about people.
In Portland, it rains all the time – but who cares? That’s not funny. That’s not universal.
