For an investment banker, the choice between a payment that doubles with every square on the chessboard and one that doubles with every other square is more important than any other part of the contract. Who cares whether the payment is in pennies, pounds, or pesos?
I will lay my bones by the Ganges that India might know there is one who cares.
Who cares about that stuff? This is America, not Jerusalem. I’m an American. Let Harry be a Jew.
Some people have a blog that’s, like, ‘Today I brushed my teeth.’ Well, who cares? Who cares that you brushed your teeth. Okay – you brushed your teeth! That’s so massively egocentric, it’s just ridiculous.
A selfie is a sort of interesting way to reclaim the gaze, right? You’re looking at yourself and taking a photo while looking at everyone. But also, who cares?
The difference between me and other people in my generation is instead of saying the Internet’s killing the record business, I say, ‘Who cares about the record business, the Internet is enhancing music.’
I want to wear skinny jeans when I’m in my 70s. Why not? Who cares?
I was kind of ignorant. Being naive – ‘who cares, how many people in the world, okay, my vote won’t count’ – that’s kind of ignorant thinking, and I totally migrated from that. I clearly took that for granted for eight to 10 years.
For anyone who says ‘Who cares if you’re gay? It’s 2018,’ well, a lot of people care because a lot of people had the opportunity to be out, and there’s been a lot of fear surrounding it. This is the first time we’re seeing representation, and because of that, it is a big deal.
Who cares if your outfit is black and you’re sporting a brown belt? Wear it, rock it, love it – and others will, too. Nothing beats a belt.
What I say is I am somebody who cares about conservative ideas. I want to see them implemented in governance.
When I was a kid, the great debate was about how to defeat the Soviet Union. And we won. Now we are told that the great debate is about who gets to use which bathroom. This is a distraction from our real problems. Who cares?
Although there is no solution that is easy, and there is no one formula that will work for everyone with a heartache or a concern, there is One who cares very much about your situation, and He knows what you should do. That is our Father in Heaven.
I remember one time when all the nuns in my Catholic grade school got around in a semicircle, me and Mom in the middle, and they said, ‘Mrs. Farley, the children at school are laughing at Christopher, not with him.’ I thought, ‘Who cares? As long as they’re laughing.’
When you’re someone who cares about making a difference in the world, and you have resources to do that, you have literally hundreds of choices you could make about how to do that.
I’m a huge karaoke person even though I have the worst singing voice. When you love doing something, who cares?
The difference between me and other people in my generation is instead of saying the Internet’s killing the record business, I say, ‘Who cares about the record business, the Internet is enhancing music.’
I’m willing to take a polygraph test to prove that I’m happy about Kahlon’s return to politics. He’s a good man, a man who cares. It’s good to have people like that in politics, I have no problem with that.
As a child, I sat in the back of the bus. I was told, time and time again, that God’s potential didn’t exist in people like me. I’ve spent my life fighting to change that. And, from the first day when I met Hillary Clinton, I’ve known that she’s someone who cares just as much and fights just as hard.
Does a bona fide chimichurri have cilantro in it? Who cares? Cooking for your family, unless your family includes Joel Rubouchon, is liberating in that regard.
I still care about human behavior and the art that it takes to write a good piece and to get a cast together who cares enough to put 150 percent of their talent into a project.
I’m not homophobic. I mean, who cares? You know the state of the world, and you’re only here for about 70, 80, years, so why do people worry about somebody’s sex life? It’s bonkers, really.
My eyes are too small, and they’re too close together, and I have a pointy nose. But who cares? Who cares?!
The biggest hurdle that our communities have is cynicism – saying it’s a done deal, who cares; there’s no point to voting. If we can get somebody to care, it’s a huge victory for the movement and the causes we’re trying to advance.
In terms of target audience, who cares what a middle-aged guy like me wants; most mainstream are not catering to me at all.
You don’t find a lot of coaches who cares more about you as a person than the results.
I just don’t understand how you can not be concerned about your appearance. From time to time I’m vilified as the person who cares about the look of a teapot – and it’s not that I believe my taste is superior, I just can not believe that other people don’t care.
I’m going to be honest. Up until I started work on Bumble, the ‘f-word’ scared me. People would ask me if I was a feminist, and I didn’t know how to respond. The word seemed to put guys off, but now I realise, who cares?
I told a couple friends about it… I was like, ‘Hey, might be trans, might want to look at doing hormone therapy, just letting you know’… and they were like, ‘Yeah cool. Who cares? Like, whatever, awesome.’
I couldn’t relate to kid stuff. ‘Jimmy doesn’t like me!’ Who cares? I was worried we didn’t have gas money or food. Those were my concerns.
The boss is the captain on the cricket field. I am in charge of the coaching staff. That’s put into place. My job is to oversee things and see things go all right. Who cares who’s the boss? At the end of the day, you win and to hell with it, yaar.
Jewish, black, Filipino, whatever the specificity is, it’s specificity that makes a good story. And I think people are tired of seeing the same old shtick on network television. It’s just a group of white people hanging out talking about their jobs. Who cares? We’ve seen that.
You’re an animal, you live, maybe this one time is your lifetime – go there. Who cares what somebody else thinks?
I don’t give a damn what people say about me. I like me the way I am, and who cares what other people say?
Who cares if a carrot has a slight bend? They’re all the same when they end up on the plate.
As someone who cares about human rights, I am deeply dismayed to learn that Mr. McCain’s charity has accepted money from Saudi Arabia. Their track record of oppressing women, gays, Christians, and political opponents is notoriously horrific.
It’s great to have a job you find rewarding, but let’s face it, we’re not saving people’s lives. ‘Oh gosh, they’ve got a larger Winnebago than me!’ Who cares? It’s what ends up on the screen that counts.
I’m interested to see what happens with Fox News and phone hacking. I really can’t believe it just happens in Great Britain. Because really, who cares about just hacking phones over there?
Many people look at me and think they know me but they don’t at all. This is the real me. I am a humble person, a feeling person. A person who cares about others, who wants to help others.
I didn’t even really know who Tom Hanks and Steven Spielberg were, and my parents kept trying to tell me, ‘Noah, what is wrong with you!? This is the biggest actor and director in all of Hollywood!’ And then I was like, ‘Who cares? Whatever.’ I was nine; I didn’t know anything.
There are wars being fought! Who cares what I’m doing on a Saturday night? I’m not even a celebrity.
‘Nothing Left to Lose’ was an album that I wrote in my bedroom, and you don’t know who is listening or who cares.
If I started being braggy, my family would be like, ‘Shut up, Maisie! Who cares? Get off the sofa.’
I don’t want to be doing fashion shoots and being interviewed about where I shop. Who cares?
It’s certain rappers that can really rap, that really spit all bars, so I understand why someone would say, ‘You not a real rapper.’ But the main thing is, if you can make good songs, who cares? So I don’t know why guys be tripping on Drake. He makes great music. He’s dope.
Donald Trump’s mini-me, Boris Johnson, is in the ascendant: the Tory crown is his to lose. But his colleagues know he’s an incompetent, a man who cares only for himself, who was fired twice – by a newspaper editor and a party leader – over allegations of dishonesty.
Because I am afraid of commitment. This movie certainly has some bearing and is some reflection of my real feeling about relationships, because I do have commitment issues. My friends tell me I have intimacy problems, but they don’t know me, so who cares what they think?
Who cares about how many albums you’ve sold when you have sold out arenas and you’re making money?
My size is a huge part of me. You just have to appreciate those kinds of things. So I wasn’t born with long legs – who cares. You just have to embrace it. Being body positive is really important to your overall happiness.
Great tranquility of heart is his who cares for neither praise nor blame.
I’ve had a wonderful life. What people are going to write about me 10 years after I’m dead – who cares?
I don’t have the luxury of sitting around any more. I must have had bags of spare time before I had children, but I don’t know what I did with it and I didn’t appreciate it. But it’s such a terrific trade-off. I don’t have time to get a pedicure, but I sure am happy. Who cares if your feet look bad?
