Yum! Poor Taste!
My peeps over at momlogic unearthed this gem from BuzzFeed. It's a joke, DUH. I wonder if her haunting reflection stares back at you from the mirror?
Ghetto-Parenting
The panty-bunching topic of the week is the term "Ghetto Parenting." It stems from a missive launched by Chicago Sun-Times columnist Mary Mitchell who, in lamenting the fate of two boys - got the parenting world up in arms by making the following statements about "ghetto parenting:"
Ghetto parenting is cursing around, and at, a child.
Ghetto parenting is brawling with your man or your woman in front of your child.
Ghetto parenting is letting your child roam the streets until somebody else's mother has to tell the child to go home.
Ghetto parenting is putting your child off on friends and relatives because you want to hang out in the street.
Ghetto parenting is getting so hooked on substances that the Illinois Department of Children and Family Services has to remove your children and place them with strangers.
Mind you, one of the boys she was writing about plunged to his death off their project roof at the tender age of 5 and the brother charged with watching him at 8 just shot his aunt's boyfriend to death to keep him from choking her at a barbeque at 23. The rub? Their mom was just awarded nearly $3M for her troubles -- like raising a pack of kids who were born drug addicted and relegated to foster homes.
Why-oh-why are people so up in arms about her use of the word "ghetto" when she's out to illustrate a grave injustice? I apologize in advance for my ignorance, but did "ghetto" become equivocal to the "N" word when I was off watching re-runs of the Cosby Show? I know, I know, generalizations suck. Obviously, not all folks who live in housing projects are negligent parents. Look, I don't particularly like the words "pussy" and "moist," but sometimes use of this brand of nomenclature is called upon to get the point across better than any other word. And does this make Elvis a racist? Questions...questions...
More Yum!
Now THAT'S an establishment I'd like to frequent! Perhaps in lieu of those no stroller signs, those anti-breeder Park Slope gastro-pubs could post one of these bad boys in the window.
Thanks galore to Miz Jo-Jo, who posted this tasty lil' tidbit on Facebook!
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As we say back home, what a bahhhhhgain!
That's it for now! Peace the fuck out!
xx
The Mad Mom
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