So I had a chat with male romper boy today. Lovely chap. Recounted the story of the missus chastising me for not being with the times. For anyone who has played Grand Theft Auto 5, he bears a striking resemblance to Trevor. For anyone that hasn’t, here is Trevor.
So that bloke in a grey hooded onesie, at work. He doesn’t know what they’re called either.
He did gleefully exclaim “I’m in a minority of one!”.
Fair fucking play, I thought. We’re canteen buds now and are on first name terms*.
* I’m sure people have said similar stuff about me. “Have you seen that midget with the badger beard”, etc, etc. Together, I think we could dominate in the strangeness stakes.
I think that can be filed under “nobody gives a fuck except you” next to " we are only coming to the baby shower because we fear being socially ostracised if we don’t".
‘Playdates’ kids don’t just play anymore or have a friend over. Apparently, it involves a whole load of middle-class adults talking at you about how good their kids is at stuff. Someone at work invited me to one of these just last week and I actually replied with a laugh and a “fuck off” cause I thought she was taking the piss/joking. Turns out she wasn’t and was a bit offended. However she knows what I am like (which is why I thought she was taking the piss) so will get over it.
It’s a very good system, for parents of a certain kind. No risk of their precious baby mixing with the wrong kind this way. I’d imagine they decide what the kids can play as well(probably a fun mensa test).
Imagine when we were young, our parents choosing our friends for us. Fuck off is the only sensible answer, for your sake as much as your kids.
Is this like when previously staunch heterosexual father of four “Big Dave” the truck driver announces that he is now Tallulah and is becoming a lap dancer and insists on her/his inalienable right to use women’s toilets?
Donno, I have a mate who has a kid the same age as mine and he goes to this shit all the time. I have seen some photos and it looks horrendous. Just a load of women standing around (some preggers of course) eating humous and chatting shit about their kids. The men are either put in a room and made to talk with each other or just stand around like a spare wheel. I have never been as 1) I am generally anti-social for this kind of shite, 2) they organise them to coincide with matches and 3) the one time I was directly invited I replied by laughing and telling the invitee to fuck off.
The counter-argument is that if my kid is not going to this kind of thing to socialise with other kids they will grow up to be as anti-social as me and not want to hang around a posh woman’s house on match days talking about how difficult it is to get into X school or her kids advanced reading age.
Not so sure about that. To my knowledge the parents hold on desperately, until a very annoyed 17 year old says “fuck off dad, i don’t want to hang around with you and those twats you think are interesting”.
