I’m a rather unconventional parent.
I respond to my children’s tantrums by telling them to step up their game if they want an Oscar, I ask them what their major malfunction is, & I summon their attention using soccer hooligan calls & I sometimes send them to the mythical kingdom of “outside.”
I like debates.
They’re fun for me. I’m a strong, opinionated person who likes to use facts & logic to back up my claims. After all, my life’s mission statement is “the pursuit of information.” However, I also understand that the human condition is ruled by a lack of logic. We as humans are dominated by compulsion, by urges we cannot explain not reason with.
People disgust me. A lot.
“Sometimes it’s what you don’t do that makes you who you are.”
I was talking to a friend of mine the other night & he told me he was “creeping” an ex girlfriend’s Facebook profile to see how much better he fared post- breakup. So, I did what any good friend would do; I called him a stalker.
Sometimes I am absolutely shocked & disgusted by people.
As details emerge about the tragic murder of 10 year old Jessica Ridgeway, the armchair critics & sanctimommies are out in full force, blaming Ridgeway’s mother for her death by allowing her to walk the two blocks to meet friends to walk to school & sleeping through calls from the school after working the late shift.
“Curiosity will conquer fear even more than bravery will.”
Sometimes people just go too far.
While I’m of the school of thought that the paparazzi isn’t so bad because the media and celebs trade off, rabid fans are another story.
There’s a lot of brouhaha about Christina Aguilera’s weight.
The Misadventures of MHC 