A television ad for a paper
towel. The little girl takes a bowl of hot soup and starts walking across
the kitchen to the table. Slop, on the
floor. Slop again, more on the floor, and again until just about the whole bowl
of soup in on the floor. Behind her is mom, smiling and giving that, kids will
be kids, and isn't my little darling the cutest, look. Same paper towel,
different advertisement. Brother is blowing chocolate milk bubbles through a
straw while little brother looks on giggling. Once again, mom is behind them at
the kitchen sink smiling with her head tilted just so. Her voice over telling
us that we are having so much fun, while chocolate milk dribbles down over the
edge of the table. After the sales pitch for the paper towel we cut back to mom
who is sitting with little brother while he blows bubbles and spills more milk.
"Do it again." she coos. Who writes this crap? What kind of happy
pills is mom taking in those ads? If I remember childhood correctly, if I took
a bowl of soup and spilled it on the floor, there would be screaming. Nobody
would be smiling and giving me a knowing look as if I were cute enough to get
away with being a slob. As for blowing bubbles in my chocolate milk, that would
not garner encouragement from my mom. A quick shout from mom for me to stop
being an asshole, and when that didn't stop me from making a mess, an even
quicker move for the switch mom kept in the pantry. After cleaning up the mess my
mom wouldn't have told me to "do it again" unless the rest of that
sentence read, "and you'll have your father to answer to." Is this how kids are brought
up now? If it is, it's a good thing that I never gave into Mark's pleas for
adopting one. I would not be a very good father. I don't tolerate asinine
behavior very well and I was brought up in a very different time when a good
beating was how you settled things with the kids. Chances are I would be in the
cell right next to Adrian Peterson. My imaginary kids are so lucky that I am
gay and have never, ever had a desire to make babies.
My mother beat me with a shoe in Sears shoe department. I deserved it.
ReplyDeletePump, stiletto, mule, kitten heel, open toe wedge, girls saddle shoe? I suppose Sears didn't, and still doesn't, sell stilettos.
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