Here I am, the morning after the night before and I am disheartened.
I am disheartened because I spent last night in the company of Young Ladrinka and some of his peers and if this is the future of America, then, friends, I am scared. Nay, terrified.
Because last night was Halloween, and I donned a jolly costume.
And did the children hail and praise me?
No, they did not.
But that is to be expected.
What was not expected was that these children did not seem to know who I was dressed as.
“Cool Angry Bird costume!” one App-brainwashed dumbass said.
I shot him a look of contempt and ridicule.
“She’s not Angry Bird, she’s Clifford!” his future co-defendant chimed in.
I don’t understand these kids. Are they not exposed to culture at all?
Have they forgotten their childhoods completely?
Young Ladrinka didn’t have much to say.
He was too busy rocking in a corner.
“This is so embarrassing,” he finally muttered.
Yeah, embarrassing that your mom had a kicker ass costume than you did.
Please, parents. Teach your children about the Teletubbies. Because my generation of parents were forced to watch the Teletubbies. And future generations should know our story.
One year ago ...
- I Live on the 11th Floor - 2012