Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words. This one is worth about two: “f*ck that”.
George Takei posted this photo over on his Facebook page about four hours ago. Now I realize George had nothing to do with the creation of this photo and has no real emotional attachment to it, so I’m taking it to the 8BD. He usually shares some really silly, funny and sometimes poignant photos. Being the sensitive, tight butthole that I am – I didn’t find this one funny at all.
First of all, this ain’t my house. It reminds me of that Hyundai Azera commercial with the dad that couldn’t control his sh*t, only this time it’s mom. Take that, moms!
This was too easy that I actually had a difficult time coming up with a trademark #8BD lead image. I hemmed and hawed over options like this, to this, to that… and somehow, I still feel like I’ve let you down.
Anyways, the latest issue of Time Magazine is the equivalent to a Paul/Blake lob city slaaaaam dunk for social media. Everyone is talking about the cover featuring nipple-magnet Jamie Lynne Grumet, a somewhat attractive a-cup L.A. mommy blogger who continues to breastfeed her 3-year-old son in skinny jeans and will continue until he’s five. Her blog is Iamnotthebabysitter.com, which has since crashed due to traffic (even though she’s had half the number of monthly visits we get… until now).
Categorized under OMFG… a mom with her kids in line, on a laptop, at the Toy Story Mania Ride at Disney California Adventure.
According to my source who captured …
This story made the rounds a few days ago as a Georgia mother was arrested for allowing her 10-year-old son to get a tattoo. Despite the kid’s seemingly-honorable request to ink his 12-year-old brother’s name on his forearm who died in a car accident 2 years prior, Georgia law from 2010 states: “It shall be unlawful for any person to tattoo the body of any person under the age of 18, except a physician or osteopath.”
The mother, Chuntera Napier asked, “How can somebody else say that it’s not okay? He’s my child, and I have the right to say what I want for my child. I can’t go tell anybody else what I want for their child.” Well, I guess the same can be said for beating your child – so there’s that.