You people make my ears hurt
So I went to an exhibition last night, artwork by primary and intermediate school children.
What a heap of crap. Not the art, that was fine, it was what you’d expect from kids that age. Some of it was actually quite cool. No, I’m talking about the parents. What a bunch of wankers. They made me embarrassed to be under fifty. Your children are not special. They are children. And you are not young and interesting. You’re at an art exhibition, sure, but it’s being held in the music room of an intermediate school. Stop acting like this is going to be in About Town. I swear to God, I came out of there dripping with so much smug I wanted a shower.
I’ve never seen a better argument for having kids when you’re either decrepitly old or inappropriately young – anything so that you don’t wind up becoming one of these sad trying-to-have-it-both-ways, I-drive-a-people-mover-but-I-wear-a-leather-jacket cocks. Argh. By and large I don’t like children but they were by far the most pleasant people there.
Anyway. Sorry. Just had to get that off my chest. Congratulations to all the kids with their pictures on display.