I get a lot of flack from all quarters, foreign and domestic, all the time. I’m too outspoken, too un-P.C., too much of an independent thinker (i.e., conservative), too aloof, too brash, too unfiltered, too snobby, too opinionated, too assholish, too much of a loner, too imtimidating, too hard to be friends with, too this, too that, too the other, and nothing ever seems to be too positive when it’s me being described.
Then I get a letter from school that says my son is going into the gifted and talented program next year for all four of the subjects they were reviewing him for inclusion (language arts, math, science, social studies), and at the last parent conference for the year at my daughter’s pre-school I’m asked if I’d be ok with her skipping a year because she’s so far and away ahead of all other kids her age in that school.
So to all the people (online and off, near and far) who think I’m what’s wrong with this world, just know that I look at my children and understand I’m doing everything pretty right in life and you can suck it.
You used to be an interesting blogger, but then you turned into a mommy-blogger. So you managed to reproduce? You and billions of others. Who the fuck cares?
His kids must suck at school.
JB: See, I never thought I was interesting. Now I think I am. That came with the realization that the only thing that matters in life is making sure my children become productive members of society and can fend for themselves, all without being encumbered by asshole self-centered dipshits for parents like the Sweetneys and Dooces of the world. If you don’t like it then go fuck yourself.
Maybe it’s your wife’s genes and you’re still doing everything wrong. Thank God for women having bad taste when they’re young.
Good job with the kids. When I hear that someone’s kids are doing well, I despair less that we are raising a nation of retards. From the moronic criminals who videotape themselves committing a crime (often providing the only evidence), to my son’s ex-classmate who prank called our house tonight. After being prompted by Caller ID to reveal his name and number first, he then left a profanity laced message on our answering machine that I can play back for his dipshit mother later.
Although my son was a wild toddler, he is by all observations by teachers and other adults a very well behaved, bright little boy.
I went into parenting thinking that parents can really make the largest difference…
But not I am not so sure. I dunno. I think it’s a lot of biology involved here, luck, etc. I certainly love to take credit but I’m more of a nature than nuture person at this point (opposite of where I was before I had a kid).
Of course if he is doing something wrong and am in a bad mood I can blame it all on his father’s genes.
I don’t know, I kinda liked James Brown’s comment.