I agree with this message.
I watched about a minute of it before I got distracted by work. My opinion: both parents are hot, kids are cute, neighbor lady is funny, parents get props for praising their daughter’s ability to read and enjoy long books (hey, I’m a librarian), son seemed cute in the intro, and they seem like a fun family.
More Mommy, less jammies.
Indeed.
It was a cute idea that was too well-produced (I think I saw a camera dolly shot a couple times, FFS) and went on too long. Came off as boastful, particularly about the wife’s personal and professional accomplishments; cringe-worthy (dad’s vasectomy and the wife going on too long about hubby’s “small, tiny, really tiny, I mean really small and little” role in Iron Man); and the shameless plug at the end for their video production business.
:rolleyes:
Perhaps I’m just not in the holiday spirit, but I just can’t help fantasizing about murdering the entire family and burying them in a shallow grave.
in their Christmas jammies?
Yeah. I love my family and am happy with them, but nobody needs to see that. I’m proud of them, but the only times I brag on them are:
- Some specific accomplishment that’s extra-awesome, and I’ll do a super-quick brag; or
- Something hilarious, like my tiny daughter waking me up with the world’s creepiest song*.
This extended brag is revolting and IMO terrible parenting, inasmuch as it teaches their kids to grow up as snotty and self-absorbed as their parents.
But hey, haters gotta hate, and I’m a hater.
- When she was three, she stood by my bed and sang in a tiny girl voice: “When the moon comes up, you go to bed. When the moon goes down, you wake up dead” and then grew very quiet and stared at me for a long time
Guys, it’s the video equivalent of a holiday newsletter. Of course there’s going to be bragging. That’s what they’re there for!
Y’all just jealous that you don’t look that good in striped leggings.
Holiday newsletters are pretty obnoxious though, to varying extents. This is worse because its intended audience is the whole Internet, and they’re singing and dancing and such.
Holiday newsletters are even more frivolous now that everyone can just read about and probably see pictures of every damn thing you’ve had for dinner all year on Facebook anyway, if they so desire (you know the people who do holiday newsletters facebook every little thing).
Holiday newsletters (of this smug braggy sort) are loathesome sins against decency and all that is right in the world.
I would rather wear striped leggings than set my legs on fire, but it’s a close call.
Pretty fun. They seem like an entertaining family.
In their blood-soaked Christmas jammies.