As aforementioned in the post yesterday, this entry is all about children, and not about the children themselves, but more about the parents of those said children. Here’s the thing. There are these parents who have children, and as every (well, most) would want to spend time with their child, they intend to do so. Which if they are good people, that could do the child a world of good. But then, they fall too in love with their children, and by this I mean, they want to have a social life, but cannot bear getting a sitter or spending anytime apart from their pooping screaming angel. So what do these parents do? They take their children EVERYWHERE.
We’ve ALL SEEN these people. They are simply labeled “Child Worshippers”. They live for their children. They go to the soccer games, the plays, the back to school nights, EVERYTHING. These people insist of having a social life and still spending the time with their children, so they take their children with them. EVERYWHERE. Meaning, restaurants, movies, theater, grocery store, EVERY-FREAKING-WHERE. Ok? These people are menaces to society. Now, I don’t know about you, but when I see Danny De Vito in a film, and he opens his mouth, I’d much rather hear him speak with words, not infant screams.
There is something else about this child worship that needs to be discussed, and that’s the different terms for children. There are fetus’s, infants, toddlers, children, kids, babies, newborns, teenagers, adults, tweens….I mean the list goes f*cking ON AND ON, it’s never-ending! Why do you have to confuse someone with all these different names? Seriously, let’s just call anybody under 18 a child, and anyone over 18 an adult. Ok?
There’s even daycare! For god sakes, there’s daycare! We actually have a place to send our children when we can’t have them with us! Children are SO F*CKING WORSHIPPED that they actually have their OWN GOD DAMNED BUILDING.
…Ugh…
Alright, digest all that and I’ll be back to bitch at yall on monday, have a good weekend.
m@rk
