Taking a tip from Britney Spears, Madonna is catching crap for driving
around L.A. with her newest accessory planted firmly on her lap and not
in a car seat. Apparently, for the past two days, Madonna has been
dragging her kids to multiple services at the Kabbalah Centre in Los
Angeles.
According to the press
(who, of course, are following her around constantly,) Madonna's
17-month-old adopted son was seen not strapped into a car seat. To
make things worse, the next day, Madonna's six-year-old son was seen
being driven around without being properly secured.
I could make a million different wisecracks about all this but the fact
is that I tend to take infant car seat usage pretty seriously.
According to NHTSA, car safety seats are 71% effective in reducing
deaths for infants and 54% effective in reducing deaths for children
ages 1 to 4 years. Don't fuck with those odds. It's just not cool to
expose your kids to that kind of risk.
Don't believe me? Check this link out.
About MetroDad
I'm a French-named, speed-reading, former public policy analyst now trapped in the body of a Asian-American fashion executive. I've ridden elephants in Sri Lanka, imbibed snake venom in China, skiied the Italian Dolomites, eaten barbecue in Pakistan, travelled to every state except North Dakota, visited 28 out of 32 major league ballparks, worshipped at the altar of Graceland 5 times and have shut down most of the nightclubs in Paris. That being said, I still get lost every time I go through the Lincoln Tunnel.
It's safe to say that we'd probably get along if you can truly appreciate the real beauty in...a good Peking duck, Sunday's NYT crossword, nice manners, Scrabble, Law & Order, spontaneous travel, Otoro, Jim Jarmusch, Tabasco sauce, Morrissey, Haruki Murakami, Peets coffee, Radiohead, listening to baseball games on the radio, Thievery Corporation, X-Men comics, fresh powder, Southern BBQ, Christopher Hitchens, bloomin' onions, mid-century design, the warmth of a good scotch, a great day spent fishing where you didn't catch a damn thing...
On a related note, I'd like to believe that I probably have absolutely nothing in common with another human being who really loves any of the following: pro bass fishing on tv, NASCAR, low carb Cabernet, Kathey Griffin, Microsoft, the Olsens, Applebees, Jessica Simpson, romance novels, tofu bacon, Pamela Anderson, ballet, "Survivor" or HUMMERs. Similarly, I could also never be friends with someone who mixes up "they're", "there", and "their". I will give you a smidge of credit if you know the difference between "if" and "whether". But if you leave any participles dangling, we're breaking up.
In conclusion, let me just say...
Lex clavatoris designati rescindenda est.
(The Designater Hitter Rule has got to go)
