You are a pot-bound plant, afraid of revolution and library access
Posted by yurble
larious Miss_Hannigan, that's golden!one doesn't see the value of freedom until he loses it anyway.
also, the blog post sounds somewhat similarly corny to english assignment about metaphors I wrote in 8th grade. BWAHAHAHAH
"metaphors... corny metaphors everywhere!"
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The first time I held my first born, it felt as though I held the whole world in my hands. Every man I’d ever loved or hated or been afraid of was there in my arms in the shape of a delicate, perfectly formed baby boy.
One could read some shit into this about the moo's mental state. Sorry you've been abused by men but hiding behind the golden penis chyld isn't going to resolve your issues with that and will only damage the kyd as he gets older. But you will turn him into a whiny mooma's boy now wontcha? Because you obviously fear men. And single people, and CF people. Projection, jealousy, fear, be thy MOOOOOO.
Another Moo blog worthy of dissection. WHERE is my scalpel? I know where it isn't and that's under a pile of rubble that was once a home or under a belly flap that was once my stomach
A few years ago, I was defriended by someone on Facebook for posting too many updates about my children. It’s true: I do rather enjoy a pithy status update. Sometimes I crack myself up. Sometimes I am so bored I just have to talk to someone. For me, Facebook is like the big, rustic kitchen table in my best friend’s mum’s house: surrounded by a diverse bunch of people I respect and like to chat to, and usually has something interesting to offer. A little slice of life online. Mmmm, she's behaving oddly with this talking and laughing to herself and SO BORED she actually imagines the internet as a fucking kitchen at a friend's house, like they will just chit-chat over a cup of coffee.:crz
To me, the defriending was not in the spirit of Facebookery. So I messaged the defriender directly: “Why did you defriend me?†(See? Pithy.)She responded (in 800 words or thereabouts): Facebook is not the space for mother’s group. Photos of kids are OK (as long as there aren’t too many), but regular updates on kids are not. She’s a teacher, and she works with kids ALL DAY (her emphasis, not mine), so she doesn’t want to hear about that shit on FB. She may as well have said, “You’ve had a baby, your life is over.†Well, she DID say that and probably in a nice way! Someone would really have to be giving a continual play by play about her boring
life with the kids as a, no doubt, "SAHM(Slacking Off At Home Moo) for the woman to have gotten fed up enough to delete her fat ass. 
For me, this defriending was symbolic of a larger trend in my generation: fear of having babies and putting down roots. Instead, these people plant their lives in a pot which can be moved from inner city flat to inner city flat for all time. There’s no room in that VW Golf for a carseat, NoSireEE! Their life is Neat. Buttoned up. They want the hip, without the hips. OH PALEASE. Cows move around so often in search of the next baby daddy or in hot pursuit of the last one, go from apartment to rental house as they consistently get evicted from the last for non payment, or go back and forth from their parents' house bringing a new loaf each time the most recent baby daddy tucks tails and runs! Of the moos who DO "put down roots", they are mooching off of and riding on the coat tails of their husbands with NO real security or career of their own! MANY people have room for a kid carrier in their vehicles, but they choose instead to use that extra space for people or things that interest them!
This ridiculous stereotypical image of an unchilded person always driving a two seater or sports car is OLD. That "hip" comment just oozes jealousy too and I'll wager this cunt weighs 300 pounds and has more stretch marks than Carter has little liver pills. WHEN will these self absorbed and stupid cows realize that childfree people, unlike MOOS, don't put our lives, "on hold" UNTIL we sluice! Many, and I'd dare say most in mine and my husband's general age group, 30-50, already OWN homes and property! OUR "roots" are firmly planted in our community with home and land ownership, as small business owners, and our commitments, responsibilities, community involvement, etc......and we didn't have to self replicate to make that happen!
It is COMPLETE bullshit anyone has to BREED in order to have "roots" and I find that stereotype of only being viewed as "settling down" IF a couple shits a loaf, and shits it together,.offensive. Most of these cunts don't even consider unchilded people as having a "famblee" UNLESS they have kids! I have a husband, father, sisters, niece and nephews. 2 grandmothers, inlaws, aunts and uncles, and many friends too I consider "family" and I didn't have to squat out a loaf to be a part of that family! I am deeply offended when breeders don't consider someone as having a family unless and until they have shat the required loaf(s).
From my side of the fence (the one with the Hills Hoist full of Wondersuits) I’d say these kids are pot-bound. When you plant your life in a pot, its roots will feebly search for fertile ground, but will be stopped by the boundaries imposed upon it. It can only get so big. Yeah, well MY potted plant isn't the size and depth of the fucking Grand Canyon either. That analogy is so silly it's difficult to debate it because it has no "meat".
Some people occasionally move their pot to a sunnier spot on the porch. Maybe they move it to a different city, different country, or different continent. But as Paul Kelly sings “Every fucking city feels the sameâ€. If you’re unhappy with your life, this unhappiness catches up with you like so many years of incomplete Australian tax returns. You come home after years abroad and realise life is still pretty much the same as it always was. Unless you take a leap and make a big change. Those little saplings will follow you around too for the rest of your fucking life! There won't be anywhere safe to tote your big old plant garden to when they have a boomerang vegetable or two with a bunch of sprouts "of their own" in tow. NO THANKS! I like to keep my plant healthy and free of pests,and weeds.
Having a child is the ultimate change agent. Rather than being a tidy exercise in maintaining the suburban status quo – as might be professed by Generation Cynic – the act of parenting is akin to inciting a revolution. Taking a perfectly good, tidy adult life, and introducing a tiny, helpless anarchist who lacks coordination and basic language skills means your life is turned completely on its neat little ass. IF I were to shit a loaf, MY life would STILL be "tidy", because I don't subscribe to the bullshit notion that kids can rule the roost and whatever THEY want comes first!
Yes, you lose control, but it doesn’t mean your life is over. To me, "losing control" over my life WOULD make it over in nearly every sense and for ANY reason!:smn
In fact, the world opens up to you; it unfolds like a book on a shelf that you’d never thought to pick up. But when you do, it opens like a complex and delicate universe; with each turn of the page, you go deeper and deeper into a world you thought you knew, but really, you had no idea. This is a world you could never have imagined had you not planted that seed. Oh, I CAN imagine it alright,which is why I CHOOSE to not do it! Honestly, where does she come up with these STUPID analogies and comparisons? First it's plants, then a book, then a "delicate universe", and THEN we come full circle back to the "seeds' again, like a fucking "Circle of Life" song.
The first time I held my first born, it felt as though I held the whole world in my hands. Every man I’d ever loved or hated or been afraid of was there in my arms in the shape of a delicate, perfectly formed baby boy. We all begin our lives as a small, helpless, innocent being, and somewhere down the track we become fearful, defensive and cynical. All of a sudden I was full of empathy for every asshole I’d ever had to deal with (maybe not the defriender. She’s a bit of a cow actually). I am trying to understand what she means here,exactly, but trying to decipher Moo code isn't easy! It sounds like she's saying that since she has spawned a he-brat to shape and mold the way she wants from scratch, she will force him to be the perfect man she was never able to snag? THIS would explain all the co-sleeping with boy kids until they're teens and refuse to share a bed with moo anymore, the obsession over his wiener as a baby and sexuality as a teen, and the extended udder feeding nonsense. These cows are weird and have strange views on their roles as mothers. LOL, she calls the "de-friender" a cow? Pot, meet kettle.
To Generation Cynic I say let life in, even if it means your precious SINK or DINK life is shaken. In fact, I might even say have a baby to ensure your life is shaken. Let your life be split open, and spend the rest of your life coming to terms with what that means. Plant a garden. Let it thrive. Uh, NO THANKS! My garden is perfectly fine the way it is and I see no reason to add any additional plants to it, especially ones that will kill off the other thriving ones.:BS
Sharing is good for you: I agree, but she has a completely opposite view of what "sharing" means than I do. "Sharing" means of myself and my time to MEANINGFUL endeavors and sluicing is NOT on that list.
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If YOU are the "exception" to what I am saying, then why does my commentary bother you so much?
I don't hate your kids, I HATE YOU!
A few years ago, I was defriended by someone on Facebook for posting too many updates about my children. It’s true: I do rather enjoy a pithy status update. Sometimes I crack myself up. Sometimes I am so bored I just have to talk to someone. For me, Facebook is like the big, rustic kitchen table in my best friend’s mum’s house: surrounded by a diverse bunch of people I respect and like to chat to, and usually has something interesting to offer. A little slice of life online. Mmmm, she's behaving oddly with this talking and laughing to herself and SO BORED she actually imagines the internet as a fucking kitchen at a friend's house, like they will just chit-chat over a cup of coffee.:crz
To me, the defriending was not in the spirit of Facebookery. So I messaged the defriender directly: “Why did you defriend me?†(See? Pithy.)She responded (in 800 words or thereabouts): Facebook is not the space for mother’s group. Photos of kids are OK (as long as there aren’t too many), but regular updates on kids are not. She’s a teacher, and she works with kids ALL DAY (her emphasis, not mine), so she doesn’t want to hear about that shit on FB. She may as well have said, “You’ve had a baby, your life is over.†Well, she DID say that and probably in a nice way! Someone would really have to be giving a continual play by play about her boring
life with the kids as a, no doubt, "SAHM(Slacking Off At Home Moo) for the woman to have gotten fed up enough to delete her fat ass. For me, this defriending was symbolic of a larger trend in my generation: fear of having babies and putting down roots. Instead, these people plant their lives in a pot which can be moved from inner city flat to inner city flat for all time. There’s no room in that VW Golf for a carseat, NoSireEE! Their life is Neat. Buttoned up. They want the hip, without the hips. OH PALEASE. Cows move around so often in search of the next baby daddy or in hot pursuit of the last one, go from apartment to rental house as they consistently get evicted from the last for non payment, or go back and forth from their parents' house bringing a new loaf each time the most recent baby daddy tucks tails and runs! Of the moos who DO "put down roots", they are mooching off of and riding on the coat tails of their husbands with NO real security or career of their own! MANY people have room for a kid carrier in their vehicles, but they choose instead to use that extra space for people or things that interest them!
This ridiculous stereotypical image of an unchilded person always driving a two seater or sports car is OLD. That "hip" comment just oozes jealousy too and I'll wager this cunt weighs 300 pounds and has more stretch marks than Carter has little liver pills. WHEN will these self absorbed and stupid cows realize that childfree people, unlike MOOS, don't put our lives, "on hold" UNTIL we sluice! Many, and I'd dare say most in mine and my husband's general age group, 30-50, already OWN homes and property! OUR "roots" are firmly planted in our community with home and land ownership, as small business owners, and our commitments, responsibilities, community involvement, etc......and we didn't have to self replicate to make that happen!
It is COMPLETE bullshit anyone has to BREED in order to have "roots" and I find that stereotype of only being viewed as "settling down" IF a couple shits a loaf, and shits it together,.offensive. Most of these cunts don't even consider unchilded people as having a "famblee" UNLESS they have kids! I have a husband, father, sisters, niece and nephews. 2 grandmothers, inlaws, aunts and uncles, and many friends too I consider "family" and I didn't have to squat out a loaf to be a part of that family! I am deeply offended when breeders don't consider someone as having a family unless and until they have shat the required loaf(s).
From my side of the fence (the one with the Hills Hoist full of Wondersuits) I’d say these kids are pot-bound. When you plant your life in a pot, its roots will feebly search for fertile ground, but will be stopped by the boundaries imposed upon it. It can only get so big. Yeah, well MY potted plant isn't the size and depth of the fucking Grand Canyon either. That analogy is so silly it's difficult to debate it because it has no "meat".
Some people occasionally move their pot to a sunnier spot on the porch. Maybe they move it to a different city, different country, or different continent. But as Paul Kelly sings “Every fucking city feels the sameâ€. If you’re unhappy with your life, this unhappiness catches up with you like so many years of incomplete Australian tax returns. You come home after years abroad and realise life is still pretty much the same as it always was. Unless you take a leap and make a big change. Those little saplings will follow you around too for the rest of your fucking life! There won't be anywhere safe to tote your big old plant garden to when they have a boomerang vegetable or two with a bunch of sprouts "of their own" in tow. NO THANKS! I like to keep my plant healthy and free of pests,and weeds.
Having a child is the ultimate change agent. Rather than being a tidy exercise in maintaining the suburban status quo – as might be professed by Generation Cynic – the act of parenting is akin to inciting a revolution. Taking a perfectly good, tidy adult life, and introducing a tiny, helpless anarchist who lacks coordination and basic language skills means your life is turned completely on its neat little ass. IF I were to shit a loaf, MY life would STILL be "tidy", because I don't subscribe to the bullshit notion that kids can rule the roost and whatever THEY want comes first!
Yes, you lose control, but it doesn’t mean your life is over. To me, "losing control" over my life WOULD make it over in nearly every sense and for ANY reason!:smn
In fact, the world opens up to you; it unfolds like a book on a shelf that you’d never thought to pick up. But when you do, it opens like a complex and delicate universe; with each turn of the page, you go deeper and deeper into a world you thought you knew, but really, you had no idea. This is a world you could never have imagined had you not planted that seed. Oh, I CAN imagine it alright,which is why I CHOOSE to not do it! Honestly, where does she come up with these STUPID analogies and comparisons? First it's plants, then a book, then a "delicate universe", and THEN we come full circle back to the "seeds' again, like a fucking "Circle of Life" song.
The first time I held my first born, it felt as though I held the whole world in my hands. Every man I’d ever loved or hated or been afraid of was there in my arms in the shape of a delicate, perfectly formed baby boy. We all begin our lives as a small, helpless, innocent being, and somewhere down the track we become fearful, defensive and cynical. All of a sudden I was full of empathy for every asshole I’d ever had to deal with (maybe not the defriender. She’s a bit of a cow actually). I am trying to understand what she means here,exactly, but trying to decipher Moo code isn't easy! It sounds like she's saying that since she has spawned a he-brat to shape and mold the way she wants from scratch, she will force him to be the perfect man she was never able to snag? THIS would explain all the co-sleeping with boy kids until they're teens and refuse to share a bed with moo anymore, the obsession over his wiener as a baby and sexuality as a teen, and the extended udder feeding nonsense. These cows are weird and have strange views on their roles as mothers. LOL, she calls the "de-friender" a cow? Pot, meet kettle.
To Generation Cynic I say let life in, even if it means your precious SINK or DINK life is shaken. In fact, I might even say have a baby to ensure your life is shaken. Let your life be split open, and spend the rest of your life coming to terms with what that means. Plant a garden. Let it thrive. Uh, NO THANKS! My garden is perfectly fine the way it is and I see no reason to add any additional plants to it, especially ones that will kill off the other thriving ones.:BS
Sharing is good for you: I agree, but she has a completely opposite view of what "sharing" means than I do. "Sharing" means of myself and my time to MEANINGFUL endeavors and sluicing is NOT on that list.
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If YOU are the "exception" to what I am saying, then why does my commentary bother you so much?
I don't hate your kids, I HATE YOU!
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The first time I held my first born, it felt as though I held the whole world in my hands. Every man I’d ever loved or hated or been afraid of was there in my arms in the shape of a delicate, perfectly formed baby boy.
One could read some shit into this about the moo's mental state. Sorry you've been abused by men but hiding behind the golden penis chyld isn't going to resolve your issues with that and will only damage the kyd as he gets older. But you will turn him into a whiny mooma's boy now wontcha? Because you obviously fear men. And single people, and CF people. Projection, jealousy, fear, be thy MOOOOOO.
Yep. She's going to obsess over this kid with the aim of making him The Perfect Man. By doing so, she will turn him into a Moomie's Boy and he'll wind up so insufferable and entitled that he'll be 100% Pure Asshole - just exactly like what she bitches about.
Where *does* she think these cretins come from?
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