Bite Me Dr. Spock
We all presently live in what can undoubtedly be referred to as The Information Age. At no other time in history has knowledge in its countless forms been so readily accessible to the masses. As beneficial as this has been to mankind, it's also proven to be a detriment. Being privy to such limitless (and all too often unverified) amounts of data has led to a disturbing sociological trend; every clueless simpleton with access to the Internet or the Oprah Winfrey Show is becoming an authority on virtually everything.
I harbor a special animosity for the sanctimonious twerps who insist upon offering parenting advice. It's generally childless, politically correct yahoos that possess the greatest need to offer their unrealistically utopian vision of child rearing and label nearly every form of discipline as child abuse. These are the same quasi-intellectual, yuppie asswipes who invented the "time out". Only someone who's never raised a child would suggest a method of correction other than several open-handed ass slaps when your high-pitch screaming, foot stomping, juice box throwing, drool-spewing, snot-nosed three year old throws a mental patient variety temper tantrum at the Orange Julius.
In addition, I find pet owning balloon heads that base their so-called knowledge of child psychology solely upon their experiences pampering their miniature dog particularly nauseating. Only childless gay couples that rely upon the published works of Mr. Rogers for their expertise on child development rival their audacity. However, nothing sends me over the edge like the union of the two forces. I'm certain that more than a few parents out there have had their parenting skills questioned by at least one simply adorable, ultra-hip, jet-setting lesbian duo carrying a loathsome, spastic Shih-Tsu they call their baby and dress up in those insipid little sailor outfits.
What we all must understand is the fundamental truth about parenting; no official training manual exists for it. Parenting is not a science, it's a philosophy and experience is the only true teacher. With that in mind, I'd like to offer a bit of advice to any well intentioned non-parents out there who still feel they have sage counsel to offer regarding my abilities as a parent; kiss my ass.
I harbor a special animosity for the sanctimonious twerps who insist upon offering parenting advice. It's generally childless, politically correct yahoos that possess the greatest need to offer their unrealistically utopian vision of child rearing and label nearly every form of discipline as child abuse. These are the same quasi-intellectual, yuppie asswipes who invented the "time out". Only someone who's never raised a child would suggest a method of correction other than several open-handed ass slaps when your high-pitch screaming, foot stomping, juice box throwing, drool-spewing, snot-nosed three year old throws a mental patient variety temper tantrum at the Orange Julius.
In addition, I find pet owning balloon heads that base their so-called knowledge of child psychology solely upon their experiences pampering their miniature dog particularly nauseating. Only childless gay couples that rely upon the published works of Mr. Rogers for their expertise on child development rival their audacity. However, nothing sends me over the edge like the union of the two forces. I'm certain that more than a few parents out there have had their parenting skills questioned by at least one simply adorable, ultra-hip, jet-setting lesbian duo carrying a loathsome, spastic Shih-Tsu they call their baby and dress up in those insipid little sailor outfits.
What we all must understand is the fundamental truth about parenting; no official training manual exists for it. Parenting is not a science, it's a philosophy and experience is the only true teacher. With that in mind, I'd like to offer a bit of advice to any well intentioned non-parents out there who still feel they have sage counsel to offer regarding my abilities as a parent; kiss my ass.