Kids don't raise themselves folks, so if you're going to have them, do your job.

All right we all know that there are “good parents” and “bad parents.”

My post yesterday wrote about the extreme example of not just bad, but brutal, cruel, insane parents.

Today I’m not talking about that level of “bad” parent, I’m mostly thinking about the ones who walk around behaving as if they’ve given birth to the most precious human being to ever walk the planet. That these kids that they’ve given life to, are too good to be raised like regular human beings, or to be taught about the etiquette of the world around them. I’m talking about the parents who are raising entitled assholes. Guess what parents who are raising these types of people? You’re the ones who are going to get stuck with them. Not me. Not their spouses who will dump their childish spoiled asses. Not their bosses. Not their friends. Not their teachers.

You. Because nobody else on the planet will be able to stand them, you will end up with them, living in your basement for their ENTIRE LIVES. And when you’re bitching, and moaning about your shitty human that you made, to your ex-spouse, because even they won’t want to be with the sort of person who doesn’t think it’s important to raise a good citizen, remember you only have yourself to blame.

You did this, parents who parent this way create situations like this. YB and I took our nephews to LACMA, there were these two kids who were walking down the upside of the staircase, and their, mom, was walking down the downside. They were taking up the entire staircase, as I turned the corner of the lower staircase I had nowhere to go, so I stopped dead in my tracks and totally made an “are you kidding me right now bitch face” I know I did and I own it, because as you know, I have zero patience for entitled parenting. Like none. Have some respect for the other humans living on this planet with you. Anyway, that’s when the mother looked at me and yelled: “WHAT??? HE’S SEVEN!!!”

I looked at her and calmly replied: “Cool. But you’re not.”

Then she responded with; “With a response like that YOU ARE.”

Oh. Cool mom. Great comeback. Way to set the example bar SOOOOOO HIGH. As a parent, my belief that the more socially responsible way to handle that interaction would have been to notice that you and your offspring were taking up the entire staircase when another human came upon you, stunned that there was nowhere to go, to reply; “Oh wow. Sorry.” And simply move to the same side of the staircase as your children. Show them that you, they don’t own the world, that other people inhabit it as well, and that we are all equal, and all deserve the right to move freely in it. Clearly this mother didn’t share my views on equality. Perhaps they shit in toilets made of gold at their house. They might even have people who dress them in the mornings, and wipe their asses. Maybe I’m just a lowly peasant human unworthy of breathing their air. Foolish, foolish me, for thinking that I, a woman forty-seven years on this planet had the right to use the staircase in a public space while they were all on it.

Anyway, it makes for good posting material, and now I will let it go.

Enough now about two days of posting back to back blogs about the shitty parents out in the world. In closing here’s something that will bring you great joy. Well it will if you’re an Amy Adams fan. Brianna, Dominique, and I stood next to her, her hubby and little girl in line for the Simpsons ride at Universal Studios yesterday, and from what I could tell by the interaction I witnessed between her, and her daughter…she’s a GOOD PARENT. I was SOOOOO RELIEVED, because I LOVE HER. The reason why I could determine that she’s doing a great job parenting is because her daughter was lively, confident, and polite when talking to us. She also, if you’re interested to know this, is super nice. As in, we chatted, about how these two adults were my daughters, and her little one was hers. It was a totally cool, casual exchange…and she was friendly, even though she knew, that we knew, that she knew, we knew exactly who we were talking to! She let us fan-girl talk with her and her family anyway. And now, I love her even more!!!