Faggots on the Third Floor possesses a deadly combination of clever blog name, gorgeous children, and vicious wit, applied with alacrity to a boss who is apparently incredibly wealthy, but not willing to buy carseats for his own children. After a laundry list of expenses that include both spiritual analysis and counseling and massages, FotTF fails to understand how carseats for children ages 2 and 4 are "too expensive."
Since I live in a total bubble, I'm always shocked by stories like these. In nonprofit work like mine (which deals with abused children) one becomes somewhat inured over time to the constant stream of hard luck stories -- full of poverty, privation, drug abuse, and domestic violence. Where I work, it is assumed that education and resources are usually the primary barriers between good parents and struggling parents, but what of this?
What of a case like this where a person has information (the boss reports knowing he "should" purchase car seats) but chooses to act against knowledge, resources, and basic assumptions (parents take good care of their children if they are able)? In my line of work, you're left to assume that these parents, no matter how wealthy, exist in a world where they obviously feel that they cannot take care of their children's basic needs. Either that, or they're just total uncaring assholes.
