Friday, September 28, 2007

Someone in San Francisco thinks I'm special.

From this charming and not at all snarky entry on SFGate's baby blog:


The point is well taken that many of us parents need to be more considerate to people without children, especially those who read those special childfree blogs and probably have a "I Have a Dog and I Vote" bumper sticker on their Mini.
Well, I'd certainly like to think I'm special, and not in a short-bus kind of way. I don't have a Mini or a dog. I do vote, though. Two out of three ain't bad, Tara. Don't worry about being more considerate to me or other childless/empty nest/childfree folk; I'd hate to make you take extra steps on our part. We're used to your selfish behavior and constant justifications that your needs - excuse me, your CHILD's needs - take precedence over all.

We will survive. Our hearts will go on. We'll be the considerate ones who straighten out and put away the sugar packets you let your little dears scatter while they're speaking in their cute little voices. Someone has to be the adult, and as you and too many parents like you are busy being childish along with your children (at least they have an excuse; what's yours?) it will fall to those without children - as is so often the case - to maintain some level of functioning adulthood.

Addendum: I saw a comment for the SFGate blog post in which someone wondered why childfree people are reading the SFGate's baby blog. I read it because my stats tracker showed the link to the post and the traffic it was driving to my site. One could just as easily ask why a baby blogger, or any parent, reads childfree sites. I think it's human nature to be curious about the "other side."

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Entitle-sows as YOUR doctor? It's likelier than you think.

This editorial sums it up well.

In newer developments:

Sophie "It's All About Me" Currier has won yet another hall pass in what appears to be her quest to become one of the most entitlement-minded, least qualified, "gimme M.D. now" people ever to carry the title of "doctor."

Given her determination to claim repeated victim status and sue her way to the top, look for her to eventually claim she should be granted a law degree by virtue of the fact that she can drive to her lawyer's office in her sleep.

Even if she goes into research rather than practice, the notion of someone like Currier having any say over any medical care or developments is a frightening thought. What suits will she file and excuses will she have when she can't cut it on the job? What discrimination will she claim then?

I would make a crack about Currier being better suited as a third-shift clerk at a convenience store, but then she'd probably ring everything up wrong and then sue when she was fired for not doing her job well or on a timely basis. Fuck that; convenience stores suck enough without her smug entitled ass behind the register.

Potential employers and clients, remember the name: Sophie Currier. Remember that it's her way or the Hershey Highway, with papers served right up your ass with a high-heeled shoe. Give her a wide berth. Let her figure out life on her own, without endless hall passes, gimmes, and do-overs.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Southwest Airlines grows a set of balls

Southwest Airlines will no longer board families first automatically, and it's about fucking time, for exactly the reason Southwest CEO Gary Kelly says: It is not fair for families to jump a line ahead of passengers who got their boarding passes ahead of time, just because they happen to have children.

I don't care how many kids you have, or how tired they are, or how tired you are. If I got to the gate an hour ago to get my boarding pass, I deserve to board ahead of you. Plain and simple. If you're disabled, or ill, or elderly, then I have no problem letting you board ahead of me because you aren't as robust as I am and you need to be seated more quickly, or have special seating arrangements. If you have a group of munchkins with you and that's your sole claim to seating privileges, too bad. Take your place in line - behind me - and wait.

This might, maybe, be enough to get me to start flying Southwest again.