I am Jack's Supreme Irritation
Apr. 15th, 2008 10:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sevendeadlyfunActually, it's my supreme irritation but Jack has more of the market share for this sort of thing. I had to get my ID renewed today and there was a woman's magazine in the waiting room. There are reasons I don't read these things.
1.) I froth with transcendent rage whenever stupid advice is handed out. These magazines are full of stupid advice, involving validating the feelings of people too young to drive cars. Does anyone remember when being a parent didn't involve psychobabble like validation? I know that my mother, if told to validate my feelings while reiterating standards of "appropriate" behavior, would have wet herself laughing. Nowadays, anything short of unconditional approval is considered child abuse.
1A.) Advice person? Eleven year olds do indeed know that lying is wrong and so, yes, there should be a "consequence" for that type of behavior. I'd say punishment, but I'm sure you'd suffer apoplectic horrors and expire. Where did you get your degree, clown college? Please to be re-reading your juvenile psychology text,kthxbai...
2.) I don't want to look like whatever size -3 celebrity is currently in vogue. Stop telling me how to "get their look". Better advice would be how to achieve your own personal sense of style without bankrupting your family. Even better advice? Where a woman old enough to remember Sassy Magazine but young enough to still get carded can find non-hoochie, non-granny clothes. There's no freaking middle ground!
3.) You! The columnist discussing single parenting and dating? C'mere...If your dating goal is to find your daughter a daddy? YOU ARE DOING IT WRONG. Yes, he will be your child's step-parent. But he's going to be YOUR husband. Would it kill you to actually remember that part and discuss it, instead of going on endlessly about how shitty it is that men don't want to talk about your kid ON THE FIRST DATE? People like you make it hard for the rest of us and speaking as a former single parent, it is hard enough thankyouverymuch.
See? This is why I should just learn to watch the waiting room television. I miss Sassy.
1.) I froth with transcendent rage whenever stupid advice is handed out. These magazines are full of stupid advice, involving validating the feelings of people too young to drive cars. Does anyone remember when being a parent didn't involve psychobabble like validation? I know that my mother, if told to validate my feelings while reiterating standards of "appropriate" behavior, would have wet herself laughing. Nowadays, anything short of unconditional approval is considered child abuse.
1A.) Advice person? Eleven year olds do indeed know that lying is wrong and so, yes, there should be a "consequence" for that type of behavior. I'd say punishment, but I'm sure you'd suffer apoplectic horrors and expire. Where did you get your degree, clown college? Please to be re-reading your juvenile psychology text,kthxbai...
2.) I don't want to look like whatever size -3 celebrity is currently in vogue. Stop telling me how to "get their look". Better advice would be how to achieve your own personal sense of style without bankrupting your family. Even better advice? Where a woman old enough to remember Sassy Magazine but young enough to still get carded can find non-hoochie, non-granny clothes. There's no freaking middle ground!
3.) You! The columnist discussing single parenting and dating? C'mere...If your dating goal is to find your daughter a daddy? YOU ARE DOING IT WRONG. Yes, he will be your child's step-parent. But he's going to be YOUR husband. Would it kill you to actually remember that part and discuss it, instead of going on endlessly about how shitty it is that men don't want to talk about your kid ON THE FIRST DATE? People like you make it hard for the rest of us and speaking as a former single parent, it is hard enough thankyouverymuch.
See? This is why I should just learn to watch the waiting room television. I miss Sassy.