Anyone else loathe the anemic, mopey Olsen Twins? They must suffer so rehearsing those come-hither, Zoolander poses — can’t you see the pain in their faces?
Daily Archives: February 27, 2007
Victimized again
“My Mom’s Blog Is Better Than Your Mom’s Blog”
Too bad I can’t link David Brooks’ fantastic column about hipster parents, but if you’re a NY Times select member, or you can read him in your local paper, do so. An excerpt:
I mean, don’t today’s much-discussed hipster parents notice that their claims to rebellious individuality are undercut by the fact that they are fascistically turning their children into miniature reproductions of their hipper-than-thou selves? Don’t they observe that with their inevitable hummus snakcs, their pastel-free wardrobes, their unearned sense of superiority and their abusively pretentious children’s names such as Anouschka and Elijah, they are displaying a degree of conformity that makes your average suburban cul-de-sac look like Renaissance Florence.
Bulding on the theme, I checked out a Web site referenced by Brooks, babble.com, “a magazine and community for the new urban parent.” Finally, someone’s compiled the 11 rules for raising a rock star kid:
1. Stay in hotels near the club;
2. Put diapers, peanut butter and bread on the rider;
3. Get some good, junior-sized headphones for hearing protection. They’re available at gun shops, not music stores (wtf?);
4. Put the car seat in the first van row of seats. (We used to think our little girl never got car sick, too);
5. Bringing Grandma might actually be a great idea, even though you are embarking on a rock and roll adventure. (She’ll let you sleep in);
6. Get a DVD player for the car — yes, those ones you hate seeing in SUVs;
7. Stop for a few days in kid-friendly cities (San Francisco, Chicago), and anywhere with a beach;
8. Don’t schedule drives for more than a few hours between shows unless you have a day off;
9. Let your child be a part of what you do. I never knew what my dad did at the office. Magnolia knows how to set up a drum kit. And she writes songs for us!;
10. Don’t let anyone tell you that it’s not right to do what you are doing to your child. Trust me, we’ve had everything from someone telling us the music is not good for her little heart to someone waving the “tsk-tsk” finger at us for having her up too late. (We were still on New York time in Amsterdam and she was hungry, so we were out feeding her);
11. Enjoy spending more time with your child than most people get to.
Oh yeah, and name your kid Magnolia.
Paul Lynde channels Jim Croce
He’s Bad, Bad Leroy Brown.
From the Department of Obvious Research
Study: College Students More Narcissistic
Today’s college students are more narcissistic and self-centered than their predecessors, according to a comprehensive new study by five psychologists who worry that the trend could be harmful to personal relationships and American society.
“We need to stop endlessly repeating ‘You’re special’ and having children repeat that back,” said the study’s lead author, Professor Jean Twenge of San Diego State University. “Kids are self-centered enough already.”
“My Mom’s Blog Is Better Than Your Mom’s Blog”
Too bad I can’t link David Brooks’ fantastic column about hipster parents, but if you’re a NY Times select member, or you can read him in your local paper, do so. An excerpt:
I mean, don’t today’s much-discussed hipster parents notice that their claims to rebellious individuality are undercut by the fact that they are fascistically turning their children into miniature reproductions of their hipper-than-thou selves? Don’t they observe that with their inevitable hummus snakcs, their pastel-free wardrobes, their unearned sense of superiority and their abusively pretentious children’s names such as Anouschka and Elijah, they are displaying a degree of conformity that makes your average suburban cul-de-sac look like Renaissance Florence.
Bulding on the theme, I checked out a Web site referenced by Brooks, babble.com, “a magazine and community for the new urban parent.” Finally, someone’s compiled the 11 rules for raising a rock star kid:
1. Stay in hotels near the club;
2. Put diapers, peanut butter and bread on the rider;
3. Get some good, junior-sized headphones for hearing protection. They’re available at gun shops, not music stores (wtf?);
4. Put the car seat in the first van row of seats. (We used to think our little girl never got car sick, too);
5. Bringing Grandma might actually be a great idea, even though you are embarking on a rock and roll adventure. (She’ll let you sleep in);
6. Get a DVD player for the car — yes, those ones you hate seeing in SUVs;
7. Stop for a few days in kid-friendly cities (San Francisco, Chicago), and anywhere with a beach;
8. Don’t schedule drives for more than a few hours between shows unless you have a day off;
9. Let your child be a part of what you do. I never knew what my dad did at the office. Magnolia knows how to set up a drum kit. And she writes songs for us!;
10. Don’t let anyone tell you that it’s not right to do what you are doing to your child. Trust me, we’ve had everything from someone telling us the music is not good for her little heart to someone waving the “tsk-tsk” finger at us for having her up too late. (We were still on New York time in Amsterdam and she was hungry, so we were out feeding her);
11. Enjoy spending more time with your child than most people get to.
Oh yeah, and name your kid Magnolia.
Jackie Harvey lives!
If you miss Onion columnist Jackie Harvey, catch the real thing here.
The gay ghetto
Imagine if a straight person said this:
Heterosexuals “are welcome as long as they understand this is our community,” said Adam Light, a leader in the Castro Coalition, a group formed eight months ago to address the shifts in the neighborhood in recent years.
Light is bothered that more and more straights are moving into San Francisco’s gay mecca, the Castro district. I view the hetero influx as a positive development reflective of changing attitudes. But Light apparently considers straight people a threat.
Is isolation now preferable to inegreation?
“We take eighteen ounces of sizzling ground beef, and then soak it in rich creamery butter. Then we top it off with bacon, ham and a fried egg.”
We call it the “Good Morning Burger.”
More clairvoyance from “The Simpsons”; check out this new appetizer now available at Uno Chicago Grill:
“… a cross between a pizza and stuffed potato skins, with a deep-dish pizza crust crammed with mozzarella and cheddar cheese, mashed potatoes, bacon and sour cream.”
