For reasons unknown to myself, I was listening to the local KISS fm station, during the Ryan Seacrest show. One of the callers was trying to get advice regarding this “really, really great guy” she’s dating. She really loves him and says the relationship is headed in a great direction and she wants to marry him and blah blah blah. What she was seeking advice about was his kids. He’s got two kids and apparently they’re rude, disrespectful monsters and she wants to know how to broach the subject with him.

Personally, if I were in her shoes (read: crazy enough to date a guy who’s already got that kind of baggage kids), and his kids acted like that, it’d be a deal-breaker. It’s kind of like herpes. That shit is never going away. Like, ever. Kids are forever. If a guy’s got nasty kids, he may as well have some incurable STD, because they’re both reasons to forget that guy exists.

Nextly, every subsequent caller I heard said that this chick’s a bitch and that if they heard anyone say anything negative about their children, they’d have full-custody, etc.

I’ve dealt with enough kids in the recent past, that I know that these kids probably are brats to the max. I coached swimming for Kindergartners all the way up to high school seniors, so that’s a pretty wide cross-section. I’m not saying all kids are total monsters, but a lot are. A lot of parents these days want to be their kids’ friends, so when it comes to discipline, they totally fail. What happens, is their kids end up being the bosses and the parents fold to every demand the kids have. When the parents try to actually step up and parent, the kids don’t know what to do and typically react something like the picture to the right.

I can promise you right now. When hell freezes over and I do pop out babies, if they act like the kids that this lady is describing, then my husband and I will cease to have kids. It’ll be like the movie The Forgotten where people just stop existing. Only instead of the world being oblivious to these people’s missing kids and the parents try to figure out what happened, it’d be the opposite. I think the conversation would go something like this:

Friend: Hey, where are the kids?
Us: What kids?
Friend: Huh? Where are your kids? Are they at summer camp?
Us:Um… we don’t have kids.
Friend: Yes, you do. ____ and ____…?
Us:You mean Hamish and Trixie? They’re our dogs, not our kids. You’re not one of those people who considers your dogs your “kids”, are you?
Friend: Forget this, you guys are nuts.
Us(to each other):[high five] Yesssssssss!

I’m not saying kids shouldn’t have personality or be sassy, etc. But the parents need to teach them when it’s ok to do that and when it needs to be reigned in. Parents need to understand that their “perfect little angel” ain’t perfect and they need to be the disciplinarians when their kids step out of line. That’s what parenting is about. Making sure the person you’ve created ends up being a good person and not a complete fucking asshole.

To conclude, I’d like to close with a brief open letter to all the parents, grandparents, legal guardians, and future parents of the world,

E’ sempre poco carino parlare male di registi talentuosi che, partono per la tangente e fanno “confuse pizze indigeribili”. Così il visionario, genialoide Abel Ferrara, autore di culto di mitici film come “Il cattivo tenente” e “Fratelli”, questa volta cade in un raffazzonato pasticcio, con troppi ingredienti estemporanei, mezzi cotti e mezzi crudi. Resa finale: un indigeribile prodotto di scarto, rispetto alla sua fantasiosa creatività. Stiamo ovviamente parlando di ” Go go Tales”, passato fuori concorso a Cannes nel 2007. Asia Argento in una simulazione davvero penosa di trasgressione, slappa un rotweiller, Willem Dafoe, stralunato pare appena sbarcato da un lontano pianeta, Riccardo Scamarcio si affaccia sullo schermo per sbirciare sua moglie e poi svanisce. Nella filmografia di Ferrara ci sono film che meritano di essere rivisti, questo francamente lo eviterei. Altro film da dribblare è ” Savage grace”. In questo caso ci troviamo di fronte ad un giovane regista dal nobile pedigree. Infatti Tom Kalin è autore di video esposti al MoMa e al Centre Pompidou, nonché omosessuale dichiarato e militante. Sfortunatamente il soggetto scelto, famiglia disastrata, madre disinibita fino all’incesto,padre ricco e carogna è assemblato con buona volontà, ma produce noia e imbarazzo. Julienne Moore, fuori ruolo fa il possibile per essere credibile, anche se in alcune scene sfiora il ridicolo. Un vero peccato, questo flop. Aspettiamo Kalin alle prossime prove.

Molti considerano la moda qualcosa di superficiale, di futile ed invece spesso il legame che lega questo mondo a quello dell’arte è molto sottile. Sono tantissimi i servizi fotografici che colpiscono per il loro senso artistico, molti fotografi riescono ad interpretare gli abiti, facendoci andare oltre il loro semplice senso materiale, facendoci sognare, immaginare, immedesimare nelle scene rappresentate.

Come nel caso del servizio fotografico proposto da Harper’s Bazar US, che vede l’attrice Julienne Moore, immortalata in pose che riprendono celebri opere d ‘arte, gli scatti sono di Peter Lindbergh.

Fonte: Trendy
Autore: Roberta Costantino

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