So when I get off the train to take the shuttle to work every day, Long Island mothers are picking up their nannies at the train station with kids in tow. While I do not believe that women in general are bad drivers, these mothers obvious could give a shit who they block, or what they do and say in front of their kids. The concept of having a nanny I guess is not evil in itself. These people can afford to hire someone to take care of their children and there is nothing wrong with that. Being a nanny isn’t a bad job either, I’m sure it’s better than working on Wall Street, for example. It’s got to be less boring.
I guess my main objection is to these Long Island mothers. I don’t begrudge working women whatsoever. My mother worked when I was a child and it never particularly bothered me. It simply seems a little weird to take such a peripheral interest in your children. It’s natural for them to become close to their caretakers, and that’s fine, too, but I don’t understand not wanting to be the main influence in your child’s life.
I guess in the end it’s a good thing, because it’s probably better for the kids to learn from someone who has struggled rather than these mothers themselves, who will, with any luck, go extinct like the dinosaurs. The right meteor could do the job just fine.
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Brooke Hogan was attacked.
This gmail videos are hilarious and amazing.
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Web comic for geeks. I guess that’s kind of redundant.
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The Scrabble Championship came down to this.
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The dot-org way? If I don’t understand that, how is anyone else going to?
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