When I was little, my mother took great pride in my appearance whenever we would go out. My hair was always brushed and styled neatly, my clothing clean, and I always had shoes on my feet.
Today I gape as mothers blather on about their offspring being the best thing to happen to them, their whole world, their pride and joy, yet they take them out looking like outcasts from an 8 mile trailer park. Apparently their pride and joy doesn't deserve to be dressed in more than a saggy, filthy diaper while out on the town.
WTF? My mother would have gargled broken glass and salt water before taking me out in public looking like an orphan, yet these twits can't be bothered to put freakin socks on their little darlings. Forget about combing that Rastafarian wreck atop their heads, and bathing? Well hell, it ain't Sunday yet!
Here's a cluephone for you breedy bitches. If your kid looks like shit, it's a direct reflection on your parenting skills. Nobody wants to see some dirty footed, leaky diapered brat with green 11s racing through the deli department, their grimy paws alternating between their nose and the salad bar. Show some fucking pride for a change. Clean your kid up. Put clean clothes on it. Put shoes on it. Change that nasty, milk stained sweatshirt you've been wearing for the last three days, run a brush through your hair, and at least PRETEND you're proud to be a mom.
If nothing else, your attempt to show pride in yourself and your children will make me feel a lot better knowing my tax dollars contributed to the balance on that Quest card you just handed the clerk.
