Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Off My Chest

OK, I’mma gonna rant for just a little.

You people who are expecting or have newborns (or not so new borns,) you have successfully annoyed the hell out of me. Ya, I said it…you people.

You people need to knock it off. All the goo-ing and the ga-ing, the I’m so complete now that I am pregnant/have a child, the now the world revolves around me cuz I am pregnant/have a child, the lavish parties for the one year old…guh!

You are not more special because you are with child or have a child. Your child is not more special than anybody else’s child. Your child is not too precious to be disciplined. Your child is not too precious to be spanked. You musta forgot we are all created equal. We just have varying degrees of stupidity.

Naughty Blonde showed me this article a while back and I totally agree. I was reminded of this article when a good dining experience was interrupted by unruly children and their parents who are too fat & too lazy to discipline them.

Parents: Your Kids Aren't That Special

Of course, Cafferty isn’t the authority on parenting and he admits that. I may not agree with all his views, but the guy’s got a point here.

Who are you people who allow your children to run around like rabid dogs in a restaurant when fast moving waiters are delivering plates of hot food to hungry customers?

Who are you people who allow your children to circle a stranger’s dining table, stand a little too close to the stranger and just stare with somewhat retarded looks on their faces?

It’s not cute, it’s f*cking annoying.

If, indeed, having children is such a special thing and if, indeed, your children are such miracles then step up. Step up and teach them to respect the earth, its resources and its inhabitants. Teach them to be responsible, productive members of society.  Otherwise they are just whiny, bitchy, self-important little brats with an outrageous sense of entitlement. Just. Like. You.

Next time, when you people are trying to have a good dining experience, don’t be surprised when I start circling your table, invade your personal space and stare.

And then you can tell me how cute and appropriate that is.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

I Brake for Pho

There's something about water drops falling from the sky that confuses Southern Californian drivers, especially the Asian drivers. OK, not all the Asians, just the older ones and yes, most of the female ones. sigh Their usual bad driving is almost considered bearable when compared to their patience wearing, fist shaking, curse inducing driving when it rains.

Yes, I'm a female Asian driver, but not a bad driver. I don't brake for no apparent reason. I don't make a left or right turn from the middle of the road. I can successfully parallel park on the first try 99% of the time. When I make a 3 point turn, it's a 3 point turn, not a 13 point turn. I can go on...

Despite knowing there would be maddening traffic due to this record setting storm, I drove myself into the heart of Alhambra. This weather calls for PHO 79. I order the usual hot bowl of pho ga and deep fried eggrolls with spicy fish sauce. The fried, crisp eggroll skins give such a satisfying crunch when you bite down. Each order comes with four eggrolls. Yes, four. I know there are only two pictured.

So if i can put myself in bad Asian drivers' way, what are you waiting for?

Go out.
And be fat.
Like me.