I did the same thing (although mine was more of a prolonged "UGHHHHH" and pulling my t-shirt over my face so I didn't have to see it) and my mom's reaction was the same.
Wait, what? I assume that this is a personal vendetta because I cannot believe there are three people who like Easy A so much that they would downvote me.
I get what you're all saying, and I agree in theory.
I'm just saying, when you're a parent (which I am NOT), it would be horrifying to be judged on the job you're doing on your kid based on 47 seconds of footage taken on Christmas morning. Which is a stressful time and might cause even the best parent to have a momentary lapse of judgment and scream "WELL FINE HEIDI, IF YOU CAN'T BEHAVE, JUST HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS GOD DAMMIT!" from the top of the stairs when her youngest daughter was fighting with her brother instead of coming to dinner. I'm just saying. That kind of stuff COULD happen, even to the best mom in the WORLD.
I'd agree that you're probably taking the not-even-a-minute-long-video too seriously but then again, I've made 3 comments on it now, so who am I to judge.
For the record, I don't have kids, but I do know that it's really difficult to raise them and parenting involves all kinds of challenges, so judging what kind of parents these folks are based on 47 seconds of their child's life is probably REALLY unfair.
EXACTLY - You're TWENTY ONE. He's THREE. I think comparing the way an adult comports herself to the way a TODDLER does is a bit unfair, isn't it?
Downvote away, and I swear I'm not trying to get into the whole Sanctimony-gum-gate again, but come on, people. RELAX.
" With costumes done by Sister, Sister avant garde design wonder-duo Rodarte and starring Marc Jacobs muse Winona Ryder and style icon Natalie Portman as a prima ballerina with stage fright, Black Swan has set stylistas abuzz with a frenzy of teenage fashion bloggers re-posting the same promotional stills over and over in a Rond de Jerk of excitement that would have Jean Baudrillard himself simulacrumming into the circle."
I will never, ever write a sentence as amazing as this, so I'm just going to stop trying.
Gabe gave me one at the Pizza Party last year just for saying I liked his blog. I gave it away, not because I didn't like it but because I was trying to teach the person I gave it to a LESSON.
There are a lot of holes in that story.
This is the best thing about me spending Thanksgiving in NYC alone this year! And by that I mean the only thing that's keeping me from suiciding!
YOU GUYS, WE SHOULDN'T JOKE ABOUT THE HOLIDAY SUICIDING.
I'm sorry guys. I want to think of something pithy and funny to say here, but between the female bonobo's junk and Anderson in the bunny suit, all I can say is I have never, ever in my life felt more uncomfortable.
I used to love having a babysitter because it meant my parents were forking over real money to have someone care for me and not leaving me in the clutches of my older siblings who thought it was hilarious to do things like put tobasco sauce in my medicine when they gave it to me before bed at night.
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