Need to set the MacMacs, the freetards & the mommybloggers against each other; thus starting the long prophesised entitleclypse.
Thus spoke I.
This is so not going to make me any friends; but what the hell, alienating people is all part of the fun. Before I commence to ranting though, let’s make one thing clear. Any vitriol I expend here is not directed at mothers in general. Those who know me know that I have the greatest respect for mothers; fuck for parents in general. Anyone who would willingly subject themselves to one or more half-formed proto-humans gets props from me. Gods know I can’t bear the thought of creating my own little hell-spawn. What I don’t have any respect for is entitletards; and, based on the recent “motrinmoms” retardation, I’m going to place the “mommybloggers” firmly into the entitletard category.
So, what’s all the fuss about? Well, on one level I’d have to say, “some new media douchebagettes got their knickers in a twist over a fucking commercial” On another, slightly less profane level, the deal appears to be this. The makers of Motrin ran a somewhat snarky advertisement advising mothers with backaches from lugging their demon-seed around all day take Motrin. That’s it really. I mean, I’ve seen the ad. It’s stupid, as much advertisement is, but it’s hardly calling for the sacrificing of the children to Moloch (that’s me who’s calling for the Moloch sacrifices). At its worst, and I mean abso-fucking-lutely worst the commercial is implying that lugging your larvae around in a sling is a lifestyle choice and, just a little bit, a fashion statement.
Apparently though this set off a whole contingent of new media douchebagettes who I, up until this point, had been blissfully unaware of. The pitchfork and torch brigade was let by one Jessica Gotlieb, who is apparently some high muckty-muck in the “blather incessantly about my ability to do something that mammals have been doing for fifty million years” circle. You can read her account of the story here. It’s a wonderful little missive dripping with self congratulation and entitlement. My favorite part is where she (desperately) asks for anyone in the media doing a story about this to contact her.
So, blah, blah, anyway the entitlement mommies bitched for a while on twitter; and Motrin pulled the commercial because they’re a bunch of nutless wonders. Seriously, I’m boycotting Motrin now, just because they don’t have the stones to tell a bunch of unsatisfied housefraus with more time than sense to get bent. And now we can consign this whole retarded debacle to the shit-pile of history. Well, we can once I have my rant about it.
See the thing is, regardless of what the “mommy bloggers” would have you think (and I’m certain I’ll get an earful of this once they arrive to claim my testicles for their own), this incident has nothing to do with someone insulting the brave noble institution of motherhood. You could take this story, replace the mommies with Scobles, or FSF zealots and it plays exactly the same. This isn’t about motherhood; it’s about entitletardation, new media douchebaggery and the desperate need that some people have for someone, anyone to pay attention to them.
There you go, I’ve had my say. Let the lynching begin.