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Oh hallo, LJ!
You know, people on the internet are way too quick to freak out about how random strangers may or may not be raising their children.
This comes from me catching up on It Made My Day. I haven't been online for more than a few minutes since like...last week. So today as I was getting caught up on things, I checked all my daily sites. One of my favorites is 'It Made My Day'. Little moments of win! posted by people all over. And while some of them are petty and cruel - 'hur hur, that bitch I went to HS with looks like a man now, hur hur!' - a lot of them are just plain awesome and I enjoy that. One of the things posted was the story of a little boy who, when asked about the first rule of crossing the street, responded 'don't talk about fight club!'.
To me, this is hilarious and adorable. But apparently to lots of random people, this is a clear sign of terrible parenting. Because of course a small child knowing an insanely popular quote from a very, very well known movie means that his parents regularly show him a steady diet of twisted R rated films.
I knew that the first rule of Fight Club was no talking about Fight Club for years before I ever actually saw the movie. I can't count how many times I heard it - either in direct conversation or just overhearing someone. And it's still said with crazy frequency, as though the first rule of Fight Club, like the description of Moss Eisley as a more wretched hive of scum and villainy, has just sunk into our collective subconscious. That, and 'I am Jack's ___________'. Though I know I at least don't do that out loud, just inside my head.
The world really does need to calm the hell down sometimes.
Anyway! Not much happening this week. Did some thrift storing with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wirdogal and nijawial, been finally watching my VB DVDs with commentary, and hanging out with my sister. Also cleaning and decorating for Christmas! And wirdogal and I are slowly transforming the shed from 'basement smoke place' to 'mystical hut of magic and awesome'. We really need to get some pictures of our latest additions... Mainly an old school Batman comics bedspread for a door and a beautiful dream catcher blanket hung behind the couch.
You know, people on the internet are way too quick to freak out about how random strangers may or may not be raising their children.
This comes from me catching up on It Made My Day. I haven't been online for more than a few minutes since like...last week. So today as I was getting caught up on things, I checked all my daily sites. One of my favorites is 'It Made My Day'. Little moments of win! posted by people all over. And while some of them are petty and cruel - 'hur hur, that bitch I went to HS with looks like a man now, hur hur!' - a lot of them are just plain awesome and I enjoy that. One of the things posted was the story of a little boy who, when asked about the first rule of crossing the street, responded 'don't talk about fight club!'.
To me, this is hilarious and adorable. But apparently to lots of random people, this is a clear sign of terrible parenting. Because of course a small child knowing an insanely popular quote from a very, very well known movie means that his parents regularly show him a steady diet of twisted R rated films.
I knew that the first rule of Fight Club was no talking about Fight Club for years before I ever actually saw the movie. I can't count how many times I heard it - either in direct conversation or just overhearing someone. And it's still said with crazy frequency, as though the first rule of Fight Club, like the description of Moss Eisley as a more wretched hive of scum and villainy, has just sunk into our collective subconscious. That, and 'I am Jack's ___________'. Though I know I at least don't do that out loud, just inside my head.
The world really does need to calm the hell down sometimes.
Anyway! Not much happening this week. Did some thrift storing with
wirdogal and nijawial, been finally watching my VB DVDs with commentary, and hanging out with my sister. Also cleaning and decorating for Christmas! And wirdogal and I are slowly transforming the shed from 'basement smoke place' to 'mystical hut of magic and awesome'. We really need to get some pictures of our latest additions... Mainly an old school Batman comics bedspread for a door and a beautiful dream catcher blanket hung behind the couch.
