I love my kids, I just hate parenting
So Jimmy Kimmel created a bit for his show in which he asked parents to give their kids terrible Christmas presents and then film the results. He recently aired the results (video below). And they are disturbing…
Earlier this week I wrote about the five baby-related items that made our first year as parents a little more bearable. These were all items in which our son had little say; because they were for us, not for him.
But now, as we get closer to Christmas, and our son gets closer to self-awareness, we have to take begin taking his “interests” into consideration.
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I live in Brooklyn, but that hasn’t always been the case. Before I landed in Park Slope (WHAT!), I lived in Boston for almost 15 years, and I was born in Connecticut.
What I mean to say is: I’m a Red Sox fan. Always have been, always will be. And that means that my son is also a Red Sox fan. That’s just the way it is. And as much as it pains me, there are some things he needs to know.
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My son has been giving me the creeps: I’m starting to think that he sees dead people.
Even worse, if he has anything else in common with Haley Joel Osment, he is going to be UGLY AS SIN when he hits puberty.
This morning, my brother alerted me to this story in the Wall Street Journal, about a burgeoning subculture of older people (read: teens and up) who are enthusiastic about the new version of the “My Little Pony” cartoon.
Older male people.
As a free thinking liberal who supports gay marriage, female hockey players and David Bowie, I have no problem with this on any kind of gender-stereotyping level. Besides, there’s a good chance that my previous sentence, in which I lump these male “Pony” enthusiasts in with homosexuals, is potentially offensive to the aforementioned “bronies.” (Yes, bronies. That’s what they call themselves. I know, right?)