I understand why people are so upset about the delivery of this rebute to the mom, but the problem is that unless you say things in a negative way, people tend to NOT PAY ATTENTION. I’m serious here. If she’d said it nicely, there’s a good chance that the mom would have just gotten mad because she was implying that her angels were in the wrong. Instead she made an impression, and made the woman realize that THIS KIND OF BEHAVIOR IS NOT ACCEPTABLE.
My boyfriend has two daughters, one aged 13 and one aged 5. My sister’s boyfriend has a 4 year old. One of my friends has a 5 year old. NONE of them would do anything even remotely like this. Why? Because their parents taught them that you don’t run amok unless you’re on a playground. Sure, they get antsy sometimes, as kids do, but none of them would think to jump around make noise at a memorial, where everyone is being quiet. I took my friend’s five-year-old to our firefighter’s memorial here in town and she was very quiet and respectful, despite the fact that there WAS a playground about twenty yards away that she really, really wanted to go check out. Parenting can be hard, but it’s not that hard to teach your children what is acceptable. Kids are a lot smarter than people give them credit for.
That said, I drive a pre-SUV; a 1988 Ford BroncoII, V6, no four-wheel-drive, stick shift. It’s bad on gas but it hauls balls. I’m really lucky that Carson City doesn’t have emissions standards, because I highly doubt it’d pass them at the moment. I drive it because I got it cheap. I’d love to drive a gas-efficient small truck (I can’t stand small cars, I hate having to climb out of them; hurts my knees - I drove a 1990 Mitsubishi Mirage for three years until it died recently, and it was hell), really, I would. But I don’t have the money, and driving a bike around midwinter would be damned inconvenient, as I live two or three miles away from where I work and can’t even afford a decent jacket at the moment. Any time someone bitches at me about my car (and they do), I get snappy, because I have very little choice in what I drive. I work my ass off for a shitty wage at two jobs because I don’t have the time to stop everything in my life and go to college to get a better job, so I use what I can. I had to sell my soul to a buy-here-pay-here place in Sparks to get this damned vehicle. I took what I could get. I’d love to be environmentally friendly and gas efficient and smaller and more compact for everyone else’s convenience, but sometimes it just doesn’t work out that way.
I can’t even afford my subscription to the Dope - it was an early birthday present from a friend. I’m not bitching about my circumstances; I made the choice to not go to college when I had the chance. I’m just saying, I DON’T have the choice to have a better car. Stop complaining because all us poor people aren’t WORKING HARDER TO GET BETTER CARS, DAMMIT.
And Diosa - your posts are some of my favorite. Don’t let people think that being young is a fault; they’re just jealous because their youth was fleeting. Seriously. You rock.
(wow, that was ramble-y)
~Tasha