Portable Devices

January 27, 2011

So, everyone’s always talking about #nextgenerationportabledevices.

Being cuspers (baby Gen X-er, borderline Gen Y millennial), we give you a portable device from the 1990’s:

Ya know- for when you’re not sure if you feel like a X or a Y.

Generational and sexual preference- real mystical shit.

The Downside of Gen Y

November 22, 2009

Generation WHY??

2009 marked the year of six babies I knew of being born- joyous events.

However, these innocents were born to members of Gen Y who hover around 30 with no college educations and no want of such.

It seems as if children are the new accessories for some- who see kids on the hips of Hollywood’s young, hot and not so sharp.

The mothers of these newborns I have noticed- put them in the hot tub at one month of age, still do drugs and drink and then pump breast milk, expose their new borns to loud reality tv where people yell at each other all day, etc.. What’s worse is the fathers of these children are not motivated either.  They don’t work steadily or have educations.

In these LA cases, the new “parents” valet cars part time, then surf, sell junk they find on the streets, go to auditions, and dj. The other part of the time, they mooch off their parents, the child’s grandparents.

It’s the new parental welfare. It’s “keep paying my rent so I can go out- because you wouldn’t want the baby to be homeless now, would you?” mentality.  The party kids with everything given to them who became socially irrelevent, thought that having kids would somehow validate them. Babies are the new “look at me”. 

Here are two real life examples of new non-famous LA moms (names changed) with no career skills and no personal hobbies except for reading tabloids and watching reality shows.

Amy is 28 and made it through high school. She has two DUI’s- crashed a car into a building after drinking too much. Got knocked up by a guy, was pregnant in jail, waiting around for unemployment from yet another restaurant job she’s gotten fired from in the same beach town.  Told everyone everywhere she went she was pregnant, even perfect strangers.  Her guy goes out to bars and clubs and tells her people try to rufie him. hmm. Thought about getting her kid into show business, until she found out she couldn’t touch the money. Doesn’t have enough money for rent, but will buy 300 dollar sunglasses and drive to Beverly Hills to have her hair done. Family- upper middle class.

Christen is a former heroin addict. Found a nice guy, best friend of her former boyfriend and got knocked up. The baby daddy had to drop out of college. They moved in with his parents who have money.

Louise has never had a job- druggie. Her guy’s parents have old Hollywood money. He’s never had a job.  They popped out a kid and were given his grandparent’s old house to live in. They’re selling off the contents inside of it.

You would think women of Generation Y would be more self-developed, and not rely on the oldest tricks in the book, but yet it persists–even with more focus on self esteem building and more information out there.

There was the case of Casey and Caylee Anthony, where the mother wasn’t done partying and killed her child.

Too bad you can’t make parents to be take classes on the potential harm they could cause their kid.

Listen to the wise Karyn Murphy and just don’t have kids until you are prepared to give them everything they need, after first being able to stand on your own two feet and have some accomplishments for which your child can  be proud of you.

Also mind poet Philip Larkin:

This Be the Verse

They fuck you up, your mum and dad
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.