I love comedian Louis C.K., especially after what he said to Leno when talking about parenting privileged kids. He starts talking about how when he recently gave his sick daughter bubblegum flavored Tylenol, she said “eww!”
I was like, ‘F*#k you, eww! You can’t say eww!’ I’m sorry, it’s medicine! Most children in the world don’t have medicine. Most children in the world, they get sick and they die on a rock with a bear eating them. You’re a little white girl in America. You wear clothes made by children your age professionally! You don’t get to say eww.
Parenting privileged kids. Louis C.K.’s speech really is a modern-day version of our parents telling us to clean our plates because there are starving kids in Africa. Or an “When I was your age, I ….” lecture. All parents want their children to appreciate what they have.
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I wonder if those lectures would go down better if parents started them of with “F&@k you!”
Recommended reading: The Price of Privilege: How Parental Pressure and Material Advantage Are Creating a Generation of Disconnected and Unhappy Kids http://www.amazon.com/Price-Privilege-Advantage-Generation-Disconnected/dp/006059585X
I think they would roo. In fact, I may start using that.
Louis CK is exactly what my dad was like when I was a kid, “f&@k you”s and all hahaha. AND I’M TOTALLY NORMAL NOW!
I learned the f-bomb from dear old dad. By the time he was in his 70s he said f@%k so frequently it was starting to become hard to make out what else he was trying to say. Staying with him through a sentence was like watching the Super Bowl in the fourth quarter, with all those timeouts and commercials.
And now I, too, am totally f@%king normal.
This Louis CK bit about playing hide and seek with his daughter is priceless.
That’s so true! Exactly how my girls play hide n’ seek.
I just watched the hide seek clip..got me a little sad. I remember when I used to come home from work and my kids would hide and then jump out at me…a tear comes to the eyes, where does the time go…
Yeah, I feel your pain, herb. Maybe we could get together one day, buy a keg of beer and sit around and babysit Georgette’s kids.
Deal! They need a little toughening up.