Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Fuck it.

I don't feel like reposting all my past posts. I'm lazy. They really didn't matter much, anyway.

Sooooo.....hang tight while I come up with some new posts :)

You fail at advertising


That's right, I said it! This advertising icon right here is a hypocritical monster. But not for the reasons that you think. Sure, Mr. Cow thinks he's being soooooo cute with his horrible spelling and his intentional diversion from America's beloved hamburgers to delicious chicken. Oh, wait, I'm sorry...I mean "deelishus chikin." Much more appropriate, I'd say. BUT...Mr. Cow ain't so innocent!

Ugh...before I go on, I have to say something: "Mr. Cow" is a misnomer. Cows are not male, they are female. I think the brains of CFA advertising are looking for the term "Bull." But I suppose "cow" is so much more pleasant than "bull." What is so wrong with "Ms. Cow?" Put a fucking bonnet and a wreath of posies around her neck and everyone's happy! Well...maybe just me. All right, you got me...I wouldn't be happy, just mildly satisfied.

Perhaps Mr. Cow doesn't realize (or maybe he doesn't care) that while CFA does not use beef products, they do use dairy products. That includes milk, ice cream, milkshakes, some of their sauces and dressings, and even the coating used to cook the chicken he promotes. CFA even has the nerve to promote milk as a healthy alternative to soft drinks (which aren't healthy either, but everyone knows that!), claiming "growing food for growing minds." Growing minds? I don't think so. If any of you are wondering what my beef is with dairy (pun intended), then just click here. I'm sure you'll find all the information you need.

Also, why does The Cow get all the glory? CFA also sells pork! Not only with their club sandwich (which has bacon), but also with their sausages and bacon served during breakfast. Why not have a Mr. Pig? (At least the name would be more accurate) He could join Mr. Cow on their ineffective crusade to spare their lives to eat their other barnyard buddies, the chickens, instead. So chickadees, watch your asses! Never, ever befriend a cow! Especially dyslexic cows who don't realize (or don't care) that their own family members are suffering for "deelishus" ranch dressing, milkshakes, and hand-breaded "chikin."

And there you have it. Mr. Cow, I sincerely and wholeheartedly dedicate this to you:
***disclaimer: Yes, I have made the switch back to vegetarianism, working on veganism. And yes, I am an advocate of choice. If you choose to drink milk, eat eggs, enjoy a hamburger, or throw chicken nuggets at the dorky CFA manager, that is your choice, and I respect that. Those are just choices I choose not to make for myself (besides, tossing mustard packets at the manager is more fun). Do not take this post as my hatred for omnivores; it is not. It is simply an observation of a ridiculous, unresearched advertising campaign of an otherwise fine eating establishment. Simple as that. But don't knock tempeh until you try it! Delicious. Yes, I am now allowed to spell "delicious" correctly, for I am actually talking about real whole food. Okay, end disclaimer. Take this information and use it wisely, my children. Never trust dyslexic cows!

Quick Responses to Breeder Bingo

***Unbe-freaking-lievable. I so wish I could take credit for this. I enjoyed it very much, and I'm sure you will, too, so here it is! Oh, and for the breeders and breeder sympathizers who don't find it amusing, you know where the door is. Don't let it hit your bovine ass on the way out!***

What is Breeder Bingo? Breeder Bingo means one of the "usual" phrases we hear over and over again from breeders, so much so that someone created a bingo-like card to use. As they say the dumb things to you, you cover the blocks on your card until you have Bingo!
Just because someone says these things doesn't always mean they are a "breeder". Sometimes they just don't understand.

Breeder Bingo is also *anything* stupid breeders might say to us about having kids or our choice not to, or any dumb questions we get over and over again. Below are some examples. The next time a breeder starts shoveling this crap down your throat, here are some quick and sometimes witty responses you may want to use in an attempt to shut them up. I'll be adding more as I have a chance. Good luck!

Note: I did not create the breeder bingo card, or coin the phrase. I don't know who did.

Here's a list of things we often hear from parents, and some quick and easy responses:

When are you going to have kids?
--When I run out of better things to do.
--When are you going to stop being so nosy?
--Oh I'm too busy practicing. Maybe when I prefect my technique.
--When are you going to lose weight?
--When they come potty trained.
--When minivans are sexy, childcare is free and they come with on/off switches.

Why don't you have kids?
--I haven't run out of better things to do yet.
--Why aren't you in law school? Oh, you don't want to be a lawyer? Well, I don't want to be a parent.
--Because I'm still perfecting my technique.
--Why don't you have manners?

It's different when they're your own!
--Yea, you can't give them back!
--Yeah, its WORSE!

My/Your child grow up to cure cancer!
--It's more likely it would end up in jail!
--Why don't you cure cancer instead of living vicariously through your own kid?
--I'll bet Manson/Saddam/Bin Laden's parents said the same thing.

You were a kid once, too!
--So what's your point? (Keep repeating this no matter what excuse they make until they realize they have no point)
--And I grew out of that stage, too.
--So was Hitler!
--Yeah, and I didn't like kids then, either!
--So were you, but that's not reason for your to continue acting like one.
--Next, your going to tell me the Yankees play in The Bronx...

Don't you want to hear the pitter patter of little feet?
--No.
--If I wanted to hear that, I'd put booties on my dog/cat.
--I do hear the pitter patter of little feet - dog/cat feet!
--No. I prefer moaning, screaming and furniture breaking.

Who will take care of you when you are old?
--My pension plan that I've been investing in since I was 21.
--The same people who will take care of you -- nursing home attendants.
--Who says I plan to be old?
--My 20-something lover.

Why'd you get married if you didn't want kids?
--For the same reason people get divorced -- becuase they can!
--Because I love my spouse and see them as more than a reproductive organ.

The only reason to get married is to have children!
--You do realize that 50% of marriages end in divorce, right? Perhaps kids are the reason people get divorced, too.

Some day you'll grow up and change your mind.
--No, I'm perfectly happy with the one I have now.
--Yea, that'll happen about the same time you grow up and change your mind, too!
--Sorry, I don't plan on growing up!
--And someday you'll get your head out of your ass. Good luck with that.

It's all worth it!
--Good! Then I'll never have to listen to you complain about your kids or parenting responsibilities again!
--What is this, a L'Oreal commercial?

You sound like a sad and bitter person!
--Hey, you're the one criticizing other people's life choices!
--I'll take sad and bitter if it means sleeping in on the weekends and having some piece and quiet at home! Sign me up!
--So what's your point?
--If you were so happy with your choices, you wouldn't be trying to make me feel bad by telling me I'm sad and bitter.
--If I am, at least I'm not passing my anger and bitterness on to the next generation like you are!
--That's "INTELLIGENT, sad and bitter." Get it right.

If everyone thought the way you did, the population would die out!
--Do you have any idea how many people there are on the planet right now?
--You do realize that after you die, it doesn't really matter, so if there are no people left, it really doesn't affect you, right?
--How is this a bad thing?
--And?

If your mom felt like you do, you wouldn't be here!
--No, but then you'd be arguing with her instead.
--Right now I'm kinda wishing YOUR mom had felt like I do.
--And I wouldn't have known the difference.

It's the most important job in the world!
--Then why aren't you out doing it?
--What about the guy who makes your disposable diapers and gigantic strollers -- you couldn't survive a day without him!
--Oh, yeah...the "Leader of the Free World" has nothing on YOU.

My kids are the best thing that ever happened to me.
--Wow, that's a sad commentary on your life.
--Gee, it's too bad you wasted all those years of your life being a child yourself since those years were just a waste of time until you got to your REAL purpose in life.
--I am greatly insulted by this. Have we achieved nothing in the last 90 years? Women can achieve just as much and more in almost all the venues men can. 1920 called and it wants you to come back to the dark ages.
--You're not giving yourself much credit.
--Newsflash: Your kids are PEOPLE, not things.

You're being selfish!
--Oh, because creating a human being to amuse yourself ISN'T selfish.
--Jealous?
--How is not creating a child who won't be neglected selfish?
--I don't know, you're the one neglecting your kids while you waste time arguing with me. Some might argue that any time away from your kids is "selfish".
--And?

Children are the future!!
--Well, since most people seem to agree the future's fucked, why put them through the agony?
--That's a scary thought, since most of them are idiots who can't learn spelling or grammar.
--Thank you, Whitney Houston!

Nothing is better than 'new baby' smell!
--You mean the smell of vomit, urine, and feces?!
--You really need to get out more.
--Really? Let's see...umm...oh yeah...great, spontaneous sex that lasts for hours! (see "pitter-patter" answer for elaboration).

http://www.happilychildfree.com/bingo.htm

Let's do this again...

...I can honestly tell you that anyone with a quarter of a brain should know that I obviously don't completely win at life. Nobody does. With that said, I am using this opportunity to say that I ruined my previous blog. I don't know how, and I don't really care. I am using this blog to make a fresh start. And I have taken the liberty of transferring my other posts from my other blog to this new one for you all to enjoy.

So...

...I am going to cut the seriousness and issue my Royal Proclamation: I WIN AT LIFE!! Most others assuredly fail at life, and...that's how it is :)