Well stated.
That’s all well and good…
But honestly, I don’t give a fuck.
Carry on.
I’m in this camp. 
I remember when I had my first beer…
Yeah, sorry I’m not seeing any need to judge these types of people. (Except for sitting in an idling car part. That’s illegal where I live. And I’m pretty sure someone would say something pretty soon.) Now if she shut the car off, I’ve no need to judge truly.
How do you know her kid isn’t struggling with social issues? Or hasn’t suffered some enormous trauma, in her past, needing a pep talk or prayer to face each day? People are not obligated to make their emotional/health conditions public so you won’t judge them, you know!
I had a neighbor who did a similar thing.
Our neighborhood is shaped like a triangle with the school on one point. This family lived on the first block by the school and actually had a back gate that opened onto the school property. The traffic is one way in the morning into and out of the school property. This mom would drive her Hummer around the block twice a day to pick up and drop off her kids.
One day their dad walked the kids to school and met up with me and my kids at the end of their block, just where the sidewalk turns into the school property. Cars were line up as usual. As we turned into the school property, the dad said “Look at all them fat momma’s in their SUV’s.”
I said “Well, I’ve got to take issue with that. I’m a fat momma and I own and SUV, but at least I don’t drive my Hummer around the block twice a day like you guys do.”
Later, the wife hunted me down to let me know that she had to drive the Hummer because she, and I quote, “can’t breath outside air.”
Later, they moved to a McMansion with two safety rooms. I always wondered about that family. I never saw either of them work.
We don’t live in Detroit. Or Grosse Point, for that matter.
The last child-related crime of any significance whatsoever in our area was 40 years ago. I don’t think there’s a household in our town that wouldn’t run out the front door, barehanded, if they thought a child needed help. If one of our kids failed to be home on time, I’d be more worried they were stuck in marsh mud or being eaten by a bear than for any human cause.
How many kids you got, George? Your responses echo “zero” to me.
I got three… but they are all married or dating now. Stay off their Facebook page. Though I imagine they are too old for oyu by now anyway.
I’m assuming your assumption that my hatred of lazy fuckers who can’t let their kids walk 200 fucking yards to a bus-stop is a parody, is also a parody.
Just what the hell could you have against an athletic kid? Are you some bitter fatty?
Athletics at a young age will benefit the child for decades to come. Physically, socially, emotionally. It could only help this obese nation to have as many kids as possible playing some sport or dancing.
Well, maybe not an athletic kid per se, but you know the type… THOSE kind of people… the snobby, judgmental type…
My oldest would probably be too old for yours. My last two would be jail-bait. The three in the middle… maybe we could find a match.
No, I mean that her whole day is planned for her. She probably doesn’t have *time *to walk a whole 200 feet without a coach or a referee timing her, or a medal on the line.
As for all the other critiques - we *know *this family. Not well, but they’re not strangers, either. Our kids are connected to her in school. She’s a nice kid. If there is the slightest needs/health/real issue involved, they’ve managed to hide it for three years.
I maintain that driving your teenager 200-250 feet every single school day and waiting with them in the car until the bus comes is somewhere between peculiar and obsessive.
…and I maintain that even noticing what my teeanger is doing at the bus stop every day is creepy as fuck.
It’s right in front of my house.
My kids are standing there.
So I watch the cars maneuvering around TiffMom and am often concerned that a lack of attention by either those drivers or one of the non-chauffered kids is going to cause problems.
Creep-ola, that’s me.
Yes, your honor, I was only paying attention to this one adolescent girl every single day, because I worried about the safety of the other children.
Actually, Jawge, it’s four boys (one mine) and one girl (also mine) and Tiffy is a flash between the SUV and the bus. I can see more of her when she runs each day at 4:28.
Just let the helicopter parents alone. When their kids are still living at home at age 30, and mommy has to write their resumes and drop them off for job interviews, you’ll have all the smug satisfaction you want. I made my kids walk by themselves and just generally take care of their own stuff, and now I have to suppress a chuckle when the other moms complain that their fatass kids can’t get off the couch or do anything without help. Jeez, I wonder where they learned to be so dependent?
You may think it looks like you’re scoring some great point here, but it just comes across as the desperate poo flinging of an angry monkey, George.
Being driven to the bus stop is probably not going to help a great deal with that bullying thing.
<Looks at your previous post> This IS the strawman thread, right?