I don't hate people.
Sometimes I say that I hate people, but I don't really.
Some people are just so ignorant and unaware, that it is hard to ignore.
Thanks to my job, I have an abnormal amount of confrontations with idiots and I am often exposed to annoying people in large groups.
Mobs of ignorance.
I am forced to place myself into situations that breed ignorance and cause annoyance. I am exposed to people that I can't relate to. But I am grateful for that because it has given me a unique perspective on certain personalities.
I am talking about women. I love women. I am a woman. I understand myself as a woman. But I can't stand most of the women that I have to be exposed to and converse with on a regular basis. There are a few exceptions, of course. There are many woman that I am acquainted with that I admire greatly. But this blog is not about them. This blog is about the very wealthy, middle-aged, married, stay-at-home moms that display such rude behavior and disregard for others that makes other normal woman look like crazy bitches.
Many women like me get a dose of this rare breed of idiot once in a while. The kind of woman who thinks that she is better than everyone and wants everyone else to think it too. The kind of woman that is self involved and unaware of her surroundings. The kind of woman that rolls her eyes and obviously judges other moms or caregivers and their children. The kind of woman that whispers and gossips about other peoples families or brags about her new designer shower fixtures and counter tops. The kind of woman that passes her rudeness down to her children so that they can continue the cycle.
What is worse is when you get them all in a group. You schedule a neighborhood play group or community story time at the local library. This is where you find the women that bring their children to these settings so that they can get the chance to mingle and gossip with others like them. It is a spectacle. It is a big ball of oblivion, ignorance, and narcissism.
Today, I took AJ to the library for "Toddler Time".
We have been there before with AJ's buddy, Lance, and his Mom.
Lance's Mom is cool and she is a good Mom so I admire her.
But Lance and his Mom are out of town so I was alone to face the madness. When I got there I was informed that the "Baby Time" and the "Toddler Time" were going to be one big combined event today. The usual group of 7-10 kids had doubled and the mob of moms had increased as well. I was overwhelmed but I convinced myself that I would see something funny or hear some gossip that I could blog about.
So we proceeded into the children's area. AJ and I cautiously walked into the large, open, square room of children ages 6 months to 4 years old. The older kids sat huddled together in front of a large woman in a small stool that looked as though it was made for a toddler or supposed to be used as a stepping stool. They sat with their legs crossed and their tiny heads tilted up toward a book about ducks. Some of the younger kids sat burrowed in their mothers laps or strapped into stroller's exhausting themselves with attempts at freedom.
The mood was hectic.
A mixture of emotions.
Some kids were quiet and attentive. Some were obnoxious and hyper. Some were cranky and tired. Most of the adults were considerate and conscientious.
I noticed about three cliques and a few scattered adults here and there. One group was made up of four mothers who had adopted their daughters from Asian countries. Immediately, I wanted to join this group because I was impressed with the fact that these parents had gone through the adoption process and I wanted the scoop but AJ took my hand and pulled me to a spot on the outside of this group and next to two grandmother's with their grandson's and a younger, single Mom who had decided to spend her only day off that week with her daughter and her niece. We formed our own group of people who had taken this story time as an opportunity to bond with our children and teach them how to behave socially.
We all noticed one of the women in the adjacent group was very inconsiderate and unaware of how her chatter was distorting the voice of the storyteller. She talked about herself and didn't do much listening when the other Mom's spoke. In between stories about the horrible conditions she saved her child from in China and bragging about how she had designed her bedroom with a pink and yellow color scheme, she would glance over at her daughter and scold her for various miniscule misbehaviors that continued once she turned back around toward the clique.
AJ sat snuggled in my lap, making sure my arms were tight around him while trying hard to listen to the story about a duck who couldn't quack. He tried hard to hear over the quacking of the woman next to us. He was overwhelmed.
We slowly inched closer to the group of children and I gradually moved him from my lap and into the group. He started to play with a cute little Asian girl that was close to his age. He began to show her how his shoes have two red lights that blink when he stomps his feet. Then he took his shoes off and handed them to me so I took them from him and pretended to put them on my feet. AJ and the little girl giggled and then turned their attention back to the story.
I was admiring the way the story teller impersonated a duck when I hear a loud, stern, voice say "No! Maddy, NO! You may NOT take your shoes off too."
It was the chatter box from the clique next to me. She turned to me and said "See, since you let your son take his shoes off, now she wants to take her's off". I noticed the bitchy look on her face but decided to kill her with kindness as I smiled and said, "Yeah, its the copy cat factor. Pretty soon, there will be 40 bare feet in the room." She rolled her eyes and pulled Maddy into her lap. She buckled her sandals securely and said to her "Some people don't understand consideration for others, Maddy. You always keep your shoes on in public, even if the other kid decides he doesn't have to wear his shoes". She said this to her daughter but it was obviously intended for my ears.
If I was their with my own child, I would have said something to her but I was there as a Nanny and many of the people there knew the family I work for. So I ignored her and continued to observe the children.
AJ and Maddy lost interest in each other and AJ moved to stand behind me as he played with my pony tail. I smiled to myself as Maddy took her sandals off once more and started imitating a duck, quacking and waddling around with such accuracy and creativity. I watched her with adoration as she sat next to another little girl and asked her her name. She scooted closer to her and put arm around her shoulders as her Mom continued to yap about her neighbors loud dogs.
Maddy's Mom didn't notice her bare feet or how her own voice echoed over the sound of the children's excitement as the duck in the story finally learned to quack. She also didn't notice that her daughter had a great personality despite the example she had to learn from. She just finished her bragging and turned back around to discipline her daughter for taking her shoes off again. She scooped her up and said firmly, "We have to leave now, since you can't behave properly in public places today".
Talk about hypocrisy.
Talk about oblivion.
Some people need to be punched... hard... in the mouth.
Sometimes I say that I hate people, but I don't really.
Some people are just so ignorant and unaware, that it is hard to ignore.
Thanks to my job, I have an abnormal amount of confrontations with idiots and I am often exposed to annoying people in large groups.
Mobs of ignorance.
I am forced to place myself into situations that breed ignorance and cause annoyance. I am exposed to people that I can't relate to. But I am grateful for that because it has given me a unique perspective on certain personalities.
I am talking about women. I love women. I am a woman. I understand myself as a woman. But I can't stand most of the women that I have to be exposed to and converse with on a regular basis. There are a few exceptions, of course. There are many woman that I am acquainted with that I admire greatly. But this blog is not about them. This blog is about the very wealthy, middle-aged, married, stay-at-home moms that display such rude behavior and disregard for others that makes other normal woman look like crazy bitches.
Many women like me get a dose of this rare breed of idiot once in a while. The kind of woman who thinks that she is better than everyone and wants everyone else to think it too. The kind of woman that is self involved and unaware of her surroundings. The kind of woman that rolls her eyes and obviously judges other moms or caregivers and their children. The kind of woman that whispers and gossips about other peoples families or brags about her new designer shower fixtures and counter tops. The kind of woman that passes her rudeness down to her children so that they can continue the cycle.
What is worse is when you get them all in a group. You schedule a neighborhood play group or community story time at the local library. This is where you find the women that bring their children to these settings so that they can get the chance to mingle and gossip with others like them. It is a spectacle. It is a big ball of oblivion, ignorance, and narcissism.
Today, I took AJ to the library for "Toddler Time".
We have been there before with AJ's buddy, Lance, and his Mom.
Lance's Mom is cool and she is a good Mom so I admire her.
But Lance and his Mom are out of town so I was alone to face the madness. When I got there I was informed that the "Baby Time" and the "Toddler Time" were going to be one big combined event today. The usual group of 7-10 kids had doubled and the mob of moms had increased as well. I was overwhelmed but I convinced myself that I would see something funny or hear some gossip that I could blog about.
So we proceeded into the children's area. AJ and I cautiously walked into the large, open, square room of children ages 6 months to 4 years old. The older kids sat huddled together in front of a large woman in a small stool that looked as though it was made for a toddler or supposed to be used as a stepping stool. They sat with their legs crossed and their tiny heads tilted up toward a book about ducks. Some of the younger kids sat burrowed in their mothers laps or strapped into stroller's exhausting themselves with attempts at freedom.
The mood was hectic.
A mixture of emotions.
Some kids were quiet and attentive. Some were obnoxious and hyper. Some were cranky and tired. Most of the adults were considerate and conscientious.
I noticed about three cliques and a few scattered adults here and there. One group was made up of four mothers who had adopted their daughters from Asian countries. Immediately, I wanted to join this group because I was impressed with the fact that these parents had gone through the adoption process and I wanted the scoop but AJ took my hand and pulled me to a spot on the outside of this group and next to two grandmother's with their grandson's and a younger, single Mom who had decided to spend her only day off that week with her daughter and her niece. We formed our own group of people who had taken this story time as an opportunity to bond with our children and teach them how to behave socially.
We all noticed one of the women in the adjacent group was very inconsiderate and unaware of how her chatter was distorting the voice of the storyteller. She talked about herself and didn't do much listening when the other Mom's spoke. In between stories about the horrible conditions she saved her child from in China and bragging about how she had designed her bedroom with a pink and yellow color scheme, she would glance over at her daughter and scold her for various miniscule misbehaviors that continued once she turned back around toward the clique.
AJ sat snuggled in my lap, making sure my arms were tight around him while trying hard to listen to the story about a duck who couldn't quack. He tried hard to hear over the quacking of the woman next to us. He was overwhelmed.
We slowly inched closer to the group of children and I gradually moved him from my lap and into the group. He started to play with a cute little Asian girl that was close to his age. He began to show her how his shoes have two red lights that blink when he stomps his feet. Then he took his shoes off and handed them to me so I took them from him and pretended to put them on my feet. AJ and the little girl giggled and then turned their attention back to the story.
I was admiring the way the story teller impersonated a duck when I hear a loud, stern, voice say "No! Maddy, NO! You may NOT take your shoes off too."
It was the chatter box from the clique next to me. She turned to me and said "See, since you let your son take his shoes off, now she wants to take her's off". I noticed the bitchy look on her face but decided to kill her with kindness as I smiled and said, "Yeah, its the copy cat factor. Pretty soon, there will be 40 bare feet in the room." She rolled her eyes and pulled Maddy into her lap. She buckled her sandals securely and said to her "Some people don't understand consideration for others, Maddy. You always keep your shoes on in public, even if the other kid decides he doesn't have to wear his shoes". She said this to her daughter but it was obviously intended for my ears.
If I was their with my own child, I would have said something to her but I was there as a Nanny and many of the people there knew the family I work for. So I ignored her and continued to observe the children.
AJ and Maddy lost interest in each other and AJ moved to stand behind me as he played with my pony tail. I smiled to myself as Maddy took her sandals off once more and started imitating a duck, quacking and waddling around with such accuracy and creativity. I watched her with adoration as she sat next to another little girl and asked her her name. She scooted closer to her and put arm around her shoulders as her Mom continued to yap about her neighbors loud dogs.
Maddy's Mom didn't notice her bare feet or how her own voice echoed over the sound of the children's excitement as the duck in the story finally learned to quack. She also didn't notice that her daughter had a great personality despite the example she had to learn from. She just finished her bragging and turned back around to discipline her daughter for taking her shoes off again. She scooped her up and said firmly, "We have to leave now, since you can't behave properly in public places today".
Talk about hypocrisy.
Talk about oblivion.
Some people need to be punched... hard... in the mouth.
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