I should know better than to open my mouth at work. I was having a semi-normal conversation with a co-worker tonight and it ultimately led to her yelling at me and me wondering why in the hell do I participate in this experiment called society.
The conversation started off with the mundane, but socially acceptable, co-worker banter. A friend of mine who we will call Caleb, was there and we were doing the quick little quips to try and brighten the mood of the place where we work. I used some material that I had gotten from my wife, and I thought, hey being social isn’t all that hard. Look you can actually talk to people you totally despise. That’s where it went down hill…
I had mentioned that it is illegal in every state to tie a women in the basement and force her to clean your house, do your laundry, and make your dinner.
and this is where the train derailed…
She said something about how woman for blah blah blah and men should have to do all the house work and take care of the children. I chuckled and said, No, there are gender-specific roles (and I hear the rant from the Femi-Nazi’s coming) and one of those roles is not being a stripper. I told her that I have a daughter and if she ends up on the pole I will feel like I have failed her. She then stormed off.
Later, she called me and said that she teaches her children that they have an open mind and can do whatever it is that they want to. That they have the ability to make decisions and that if they make mistakes then they will learn from them. here is where I should have just nodded and said, “you’re right!” BUT DID I?
NO… I told her to take that every child has personal freedom bullshit and flush it down the drain with all the rest of the shit. If you have a child you have an obligation to teach that child right from wrong. You do not allow them to express themselves in ways that are destructive to the household. I also told her that it is fine for my children to have ‘minds-of-their-own’ as long as they are paying the bills. But as long as they are my children and until they reach the age of 18 (if they decide to move out and forego college) or until they graduate (if I am footing the bill) and until they get gainful employment and until they start paying taxes, they will do as I say when I say.
I love my children beyond doubt I will always love them regardless of what mistakes they make in life (the lord knows that I have made many) but as long as I am footing the bill it is my way or the highway. Only once they start providing for themselves without my help, will they be truly able to make up their own minds.
So how did it end? as it always does, I got cursed out, was told how I was an ass, and left some poor woman thinking wow, how can someone be such an ass?
I have one answer and it is the motto of my house…
This is a dictatorship and I am King Dick.
Urbane Out…
~A
