This video might be a little old (frankly, I don’t care if it is), but it was the AOL front page a few days ago and I still can't get it out of my head. The video is a clip from the MTV show, My Super Sweet 16. In this episode, a 15-year-old girl receives a brand new $75,000 Lexus from her mother as a present but ends up throwing a massive tantrum. Why? Because her mom gave it to her on the wrong day, thereby "ruining her entire life!" Also, it wasn't even the car she wanted! Check it out.
To paraphrase comedian Chris Rock, I would never hit a kid. Never,
never, NEVER hit a kid. But I'll shake the shit out of 'em! Well,
that's how I feel about this kid. And this isn't a matter of criticizing the rich or being jealous of another's wealth. It's about teaching your kid some values and making them understand how lucky they are. We live in a world where 2.7 billion people live on less than $2 a day. And this little bitch is complaining about her $75K car? Something is very, very wrong.
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)
