Omg why did I have a kid in this day and age? This post made me want to send her to a nunnery.
Your kid will fuck up. Mine has near perfected the art of fucking up. All kids fuck up. We fuck up. It’s human. Don’t ever let some preachy asshole take some zero tolerance approach with your child. You care deeply about V. You reflect on your choices. These are all solid traits of a great parent. You can’t change society, but you can tell them to fuck off and raise a great kid.
Maybe the “c” stands for cake. She probably does want the cake.
always trying to rationalize the behavior of the babies. :) He will tell you the C stands for Carson. He thinks he’s clever. Every guy reading this right now is thinking ‘Bullllllssshhhhhhit Carson’
Play Like A Champion Today lady, damn! That’s some world class shade right there.
I just saw a post by rhetoricallydomestic and it jogged my memory, which has been uncharacteristically bad with all this stuff going on lately.
My son informed me has has a snapchat. I looked right at him and said bluntly ‘No dick pics. You’ll get in trouble. Whatever some girl sends you, fine. Do not ask for anything. You’re a minor, let me be abundantly clear about this. When I was your age, if we had that technology, it would have been cockmageddon. I grew up in a different time in a different part of the country. We have religious crusaders and overly-fanatical parents who won’t look at your actions as youthful innocence and exploration. They’ll treat you like a smarmy grown ass man with some ulterior motive. Do I make myself abundantly clear on this? These are hard and fast rules with no exceptions. I can’t hide you from technology, but I can steer you away from trouble and that’s what I’m trying to do here.”
My son responded “Oh dad, I’m not using it for that”
To which I said ‘Bull, that’s what everyone uses it for. Young kids, old people. It doesn’t matter. I’m telling you that there’s no room for error. Don’t test me.’
The son starts in with something I didn’t let him finish because I said ‘You kik name starts with ‘ShewantstheC’ don’t you dare tell me you’ve no intention or hopes that girls will send you pictures. You’re an 8th grade boy with hormones enough to get you in a lot of trouble, and no maturity to handle them rationally.’
He begrudgingly said “Fine dad, but you should know I’m not using it for that. Girls my age don’t even have boobs yet. I’m in on the ground floor of this. I’m just using it for fun. Boobs doesn’t come until later.”
So basically, I’m telling you all this as a benchmark because this is where my drinking problem will officially start.
"Fuck you does not have a numeric value."
I had another meeting today. What was supposed to be 30 minutes turned into a 2 hour attack session with lots of shitty, snarky and untrue remarks. Some folks in the office seem to find my approach rather entertaining, and enjoy actually hearing about the meetings later from others because a few of these people have been bullying folks in such a manner for decades.
I don’t fault them. I don’t think they are bad people. They learned years ago that they can use these tactics to bully people into doing what they want. You can’t fault them for that. While that tactic may suck, it’s been effective for them. That doesn’t always mean I stand my ground and dig in with zero tolerance. Sometimes, I give a lot of room to listen and learn. Other times, I let people dig their own hole with me and appear to be giving in. The reality is, the amount that I let you push me is relative to the minimum amount of force that I am going to use to strike back in time.
I can seem stubborn and intolerant, but that’s usually because I like you and want to keep a free flowing exchange of ideas. If I’m letting you push me backward, you should probably hire someone to watch your 6. They should probably hire someone to watch theirs. I’m not just going to hit you, it’s going to be some Wile E Coyote shit.
With that in mind, today’s meeting was an ‘ambush’ of sorts. They had me un-invite the other committee members so there was just the 3 of us. I suppose they figured keeping things off the record and the numbers in their favor would work out to their best interest. That didn’t happen. It was just one big dick measuring contest. Appearance means so much to people. Generally speaking, from my experience, if your dick is such that you’re constantly wanting to measure and compare it to others, it isn’t enough. Gold star for trying.
Right at the 2 hour mark, I killed it with fire by telling the 2 guys. “Look ladies, before you turn this into an even bigger episode of Degrassi, let me explain to you where you’re wrong, why you aren’t earning your paychecks with this and where we need to be. I’m not a Southerner, I care not for decorum and only results. This is the reality, how you choose to deal with it is on you.” Then I explained what’s really going to happen and they seemed angry. They didn’t even share their donuts with me.
I write all this to say:
-Bitches ain’t shit
-Thank God it’s Friday