The airing of grievances

Stuff I hate. In no special order

1) Marathon Grill. I realize this is petty and it's not even that horrible of a place. But really, do we need 4 of them in Center City alone? Why?

2) The Santimommies and Stupordaddies at the Park These folks seemingly buy whole heartedly into the Kindergarchy. Your kid is not more important than anyone else's kid. Stop sitting on the bench for hours while your lil monster bites other kids. And stop deputizing perfect strangers and assuming they'll watch your child while you go get coffee. Either pay attention to your kids and actually parent them or stop breeding. I don't care which one. These are the same folks who caution against letting kids play because they could get wet or something. Listen, unless it's battery acid on the slide, the kid will be fine.

3) The nannies and au pairs at the park Once again, you sit on the bench and do the absolute minimum required to keep the kid alive. So long as it doesn't involve moving or letting the kid out of the stroller. Ironically, both caregivers and parents are guilty of this and yet I get to hear I'm such a good nanny because I play with the kids. Um, that's my job and yours too. Try doing it.

4) Trader Joe's Actually the store rocks. The people who come in at 6pm and act shocked that there is a line kill me.

5) Trips to Kentucky This is where I get to visit the boyfriend's family and enjoy a weeks worth of judgmental comments and ridiculous assumptions. And there's no alcohol because the are part of a cult... er, religion that says drinking is bad. In the past I've managed to get through with minimal drinking, but this situation calls for creativity and a lingering numbness to make it bearable. My solution is going to be a travel coffee mug with a shot of Jameson in it. I figure two cups per day should help me be better equipped to deal with the variety of insults that tend to tumble out of their mouths. I think the key is to drink slowly and steadily. The goal here is to be adequately intoxicated and yet avoid any awkward "We think you have a problem" speeches.

Wish me luck, eh?

For fuck's sake

I am beginning to think I shouldn't leave the house. I am beginning to not want to leave the house. The men of Philadelphia will not leave me alone to enjoy my Metro, my coffee, shopping or any other activity. I'm young, I'm female and apparently I'm on the menu. Kill me.

A friend of a friend has decided he would like to have sex with me. Neato, but I'm already seriously involved and also seriously repulsed by the idea that a guy like that is even attracted to me. It's one of those things where I think that if someone like that (and by like that, I mean a transparent player with a side of pseudo intellectual bullshit) would be interested in me, I should re-evaluate my life and perhaps how I appear to people. Because if it seems like I'd ever go for someone that is clearly shady, I may be putting out a vibe that I don't mean to.

I mean, glad that you think I'm attractive, but why don't you go have a beer instead of staring at me like I'm a fucking animal at the zoo? Whatever happened to manners, tact and class? Do men really just get off on competing with other men to the point that they don't notice that the woman he's competing for would rather stab herself in the face with an icepick that respond positively to his sexual overtures?

In other news, I've officially moved to Rittenhouse Square. I live in a lovely high rise. It's great to have a 15 minute commute to work in West Philly. And it's absolutely fan-fucking-tastic and amazing to no longer live with my fucktard of a roommate any more! No more dogs, dog shit, disgusting food in the slow cooker for days on end! No more cleaning up messes I wasn't home to make! No more unemployed jerkoff talking to me about how all women are! No more sex with the door open! No more ridiculous bills being handed to me! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Seriously, I hated that guy and if I ever see him again I'll struggle to refrain from throwing him into the river.