And that, in a nutshell, is the root of the problem; not just with Crazy Dog Lady, but with Obnoxious 23-Year-Old Doofus, and Bitchy Failed Economics/Civics Professor.
All of three of them (and a few others who haven’t posted in sufficent quantity to keep attracting attention) see children not as people—not as adults in training— but as some sort of expensive, care intensive exotic pet.
I hold out some small hope for Starwarsfreek42; she’s just a kid herself, and, as I recall, at 23 I can remember not being too interested in children myself. I didn’t “hate them with a fiery, burning passion that consumes my soul” as she claims to, but they made me a little uncomfortable and I had no interest in having any. I grew up, and I have some hope that someday she’ll undergo the same sort of metamorphosis into a real person.
As for the other two…ehhhh. You can only pound your head against a brick wall for so long before you realize, “OW! That hurts! Maybe I should stop doing it…” These two damaged souls have no hope of ever being fixed (assuming someone could obtain the parts from the 7th Circle of Hell).
In 15 years my beautiful, brilliant, bright-blue-eyed boy will be a grown man. If his mom and I have done our job properly, he’ll be a caring, compassionate soul with a social and spiritual connection to his fellow human beings. He’ll have a strong work ethic and impeccable manners. He’ll do amazing things in his all-too-short life, and I smile in thinking that I’ll be remembered as the father of this wonderful person. I don’t care if history remembers me; my boy will, and his children will, and their children…there will be a chain of love and of family that stretches beyond my life as surely as it stretched beyond the life of my dad, and his dad, and his dad and some old Irishman who died 500 years ago.
In those same 15 years, curlcoat and the other hate-filled old cow will quite possibly slip away into the infinate. No one will mourn them and no one will remember them. Once that brackish gene pool has been drained, it’ll be filled in and covered up. And that’s a good goddamn thing.