Okay, let’s start.
you do not have a right to child free spaces.
Okay. You are right. I’ll cop to that. I don’t.
You don’t have the right to demand I modify my behavior because of the presence of your child. That means I’m going to drink, swear, possibly waggle my boobs, grope and murmur lewd suggestions to my husband, so on, and so forth. And if you don’t want your kid to see, it is YOUR responsibility to remove your child from the venue, not mine to ‘behave for there is a child present’.
And when your child makes too much noise, I will treat her just like I would an adult in such a situation. I will tell her to get the fuck out until she has some basic manners. And when your child picks up something that is not hers, I will treat her just like I would an adult in such a situation and call her a thief. And if your child runs into me, I will treat her just like I would an adult in such a situation and have her arrested for assault, if I don’t just knock her ass down. And if she breaks something, she will pay for it. And if she runs, she’ll be told to leave. And if she screams, she’ll be told to leave. Just like an adult would.
I will put on scary movies with monsters and blood and gore. Why should I modify my behavior? I will speak of sex in graphic terms. Why should I modify my behavior?
Oh, wait…you want me to treat your kid as though she was special because she is just a child? Ah. The truth dawns. It’s a double standard. Fuck that, I got a sitter for my kid so I could cut lose. I’m not going to lose the opportunity just because you are a self-righteous entitled twat.
Here is the truth, bitch, you don’t have the right to expect the world to welcome your child.
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