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March 28, 2015
by Creed
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Success Factors, pt. 1: The Psychopath

Some recent literature on dadforbeginners.com has focused on the topic of work and how to it relates to children and life in general. Topics included how to train kids to adapt to modern working society as well as how to explain the concept of “employment” to a child. A child’s daily life is whimsical and timeless. Perhaps the true indicator of adulthood is when you consciously become aware that your life has shifted from timelessness to scheduling. Adult life is stringently scheduled and almost always do adult schedules operate around the idea of work. Employment has become the primary determinant for scheduling other, non-work related adult activities such as vacations, personal appointments and even things as routine as dinner and watching TV. There are four kinds of people in the modern workforce: the psychopath, the delusional, the realist, and the apathetic. In this new 4-part series, we’ll look at each segment of the population as it relates to employment.

Part 1: The Psychopath

The psychopath is the individual who intentionally schedules every facet of their life around their career. This is the individual who will willing forego life events in favor of their career. For the psychopath, their career is their top priority…sometimes it’s their only priority. The psychopath is not the type of person who gets sidetracked and often works too late or too much due to volume of work. Indeed it is quite the opposite. The psychopath makes a concerted effort to focus the majority of their life on their career.

The rationale for this behavior is two-fold. In some respects, financial gain drives the psychopath to continue their diligent work habits to extremes. More commonly, the psychopath is the type of person who has trained their mind to believe that there is some intrinsic value in their career. The psychopath model of employee fits brilliantly into the construct of capitalism. Although work has no inherent value as it relates to the human experience, the psychopath has evolved in such a way that they extract more pleasure from overwhelming professional stress than they do from things like family, recreation, or tranquility.

This person is labeled as a “psychopath” because the learned behavior of placing such extreme priority on work closely mirrors the DSM definition of a psychopath. You’ll find that traits readily identifiable in a diagnosed psychopath are easily spotted in the so-called “workaholic” as well. In fact, the average human the rate of psychopaths in normal society is about 1% however that figure rises to 4% of CEO’s and business leaders. The reason for this is because the characteristics of a psychopath are the very same characteristics that benefit capitalist society. Do you know someone who’s perceived as professionally successful and married to their job? See how many of the below criteria are found within that individual’s personality.

  • Cunning/manipulative behavior
  • Lack of empathy
  • Glibness
  • Grandiose sense of self-worth
  • Impaired interpersonal functioning i.e. lack of intimacy
  • Shallow affect

Yet outside of the clinical definition of psychopath, is the colloquial one. The common references to psychopathy do not typically describe a diagnosable mental instability, but attempt to highlight what the average person might call “insanity.” Although insanity is strictly a legal term, it’s been morphed into a word used to describe someone who’s apparent lifestyle choices represent a departure from normalcy. For the workaholic psychopath, their conscious decision to minimize the variety of life experiences in favor of work may appear insane to someone else.

What this really boils down to is utility. When the bulk of your adult life is spent engaged in your career, where is the utility there? When aspects of your existential being that formerly made you…YOU, have vanished in favor of your career, are you still able to have a sense of utility? If your day job is now your sole source of personal identity, then you’ve reached this point of insanity. If you have effectively trained your mind to believe that whatever it is you do all day for money is somehow the nexus of your entire existence, then you are the psychopath, either clinically, colloquially, or both. Congratulations.

March 10, 2015
by Creed
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Obsessed with Breasts

There is no denying that the feminine physique is a work of art. While the image of man is carved in a grotesque and utilitarian way, the arches and curves of a woman flow naturally, embodying the pinnacle of human physical perfection. Within that form, the female body has the inherent ability to nurture and nourish another body whether through the womb or through breastfeeding. The male body is far more useless. Men’s bodies are not capable of nourishing anything. Men obviously can’t carry children but in perhaps the ultimate anatomical irony, men have certain parts similar to that of a woman, but with absolutely no purpose. Nipples are a prime example of a trait shared by men and women. One that is useful in one sex and nothing more than a novelty on the other.

Nipples on a man are rudimentary and purposeless. They are nothing more than chest décor on a useless area of the male body. Perhaps the only reason we are so accepting of male nipples is because we’ve just excepted them as normal. There is no other part of the exterior of the body that is so obviously visible and yet so completely pointless. Male nipples, perhaps because of their obscurity, have not been subjected to as intense scrutiny as female nipples. It seems that everyone has just accepted that nipples on men exist for no reason and left them alone. In the rare instances where male nipples are sexualized, it is usually for only a brief moment and is somehow connected to some larger picture of sexual deviancy on the whole. In short, most people don’t want to look at, touch, or really have anything to do with the male areola.

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Just like a dog in a sweater or the phrase “it is what it is,” man nipples are useless.

Female nipples, on the other hand, are a cornerstone in the promulgation of the sexual deviancy of the developed world. In fact, the entire female chest is highlighted in so many aspects that it has become the polar opposite of its male counterpart. While the male breast area is a region of extreme indifference, the very same area on a female is exactly the opposite. But can anyone really explain why this is? The only real difference between male and female breasts besides the appearance is the usefulness of female breasts with regards to feeding an infant. Other than the general shape and ability to produce nutrients, the biological blueprint of human breasts in general isn’t all that different

However, as we are all well aware, female breasts have been sexualized to such an extent that the average person (chiefly, but not exclusively, men) gaze upon them lustfully without so much as a thought as to their real purpose. With the attention breasts have been given aesthetically, women have furthered the sexualization of their baby-feeders by intentionally highlighting them and using them to their advantage. The modern sexualized breast isn’t merely a device for feeding or a tool for attracting a mate, it has permeated almost every aspect of modern society to the point that it has become a means to help acquire employment, fleece the law, or save some money. It has become a source of personal validation for the narcissist, a means to boost self-esteem for the self-deprecating, and a challenge to prove superiority against the challengers in the female community.

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Just like every other mammal in the animal kingdom, this little dude is having a meal. What exactly is the issue here?

The ultimate irony surrounding sexualized breast is that the inherent purpose of it has become stigmatized. Public breastfeeding is a far more controversial topic than public lasciviousness. In fact, one can easily examine the public world throughout the course of daily life and see sexualized breasts virtually everywhere yet witnessing the actual act of breastfeeding in a public venue is a rarity. Where breastfeeding in certain public arenas is openly chastised, the exposure of the same part of the body for other purposes, sexual ones, is championed and encouraged. Even media, television, and publications that traditionally have nothing lewd or sexual about them use the female breast to increase their marketability or revenue. Sports Illustrated has run an annual swimsuit issues for 51 years and for what reason? The scantily clad female physique has nothing to do with sports. But being that the target demographic of such a publication is predominately male, sexing it up once a year is a retention tactic. Restaurants specializing in large breasted waitress are more popular every year. And while it’s true that places like Hooters do serve milk, it’s generally the kind that comes from a cow and I can only assume the majority of their female employees are not actively lactating. But I’ve been wrong before.

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Stop looking at my eyes, my breasts are down here.

Although it is typically agreed upon that the female form is generally a more artful and gracious one than its male counterpart, there are vagaries in the separation of art and sex that were once clear yet have become muddled over time. Modern culture has virtually ceased to make a distinction between art and smut when it comes to nudity. Yet there remains a very clear distinction between art, smut, and motherly exposure as it relates to public perception and acceptance. As the discourse of the nipple continually manifests, redefines itself, and manifests again, two things remain clear: that male nipples are a waste of everyone’s time and we have no idea how to coherently articulate the social space of the female nipple. But what do I know? I’m just another lustful, testosterone driven, dirtbag male. Now let’s see them titties, girl.

March 7, 2015
by Creed
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The Modern Capitalist Parent

Many years ago, I was a child to a stay-at-home mother. From my conception well through my 20th birthday, my mother was never employed. It was only after my younger sister and I were grown and moved out that my mother acquired work. However, by this point in her life, it was more out of domestic boredom than the need to accrue additional finances. Modern society has evolved in such a way that most two-parent homes indeed have two working parents. It is more common in this day and age for both parents to be employed, often full-time.

How do you explain the concept of “work” to a toddler? Toddlers know nothing of work nor do they need to. The life of a toddler revolves around his or her basic needs i.e. food, shelter, sleep, social interaction, etc. Additionally, the cognitive development of a toddler is dependent on its environment and in scenarios where both parents are working full-time jobs, the child is rarely exposed to both parental entities simultaneously. The crux of this issues is contained within the following question: When your child wants to know where you go all day, what do you say?

Another, perhaps easier way to examine this question is to ask: If aliens landed on Earth and asked the question, “what is work for?” what is the appropriate response?

The lone function of employment is to generate personal income. The political and capitalist class has twisted this around and through many years of benign, clandestine direction, and coerced most people into assigning value to their work. Value that is supposed to generate intrinsic pleasure. The remarkable success of this ill willed guidance has created generations of people who have been trained to believe that what they do all day for money actually enhances their happiness. Ask yourself this: if you didn’t need money, what would you do all day?

The only real reason people endeavor to excel professionally is the potential for more income. Outside of the possibility of a financial raise, there is nothing to gain besides maintaining the reputation you’ve established for yourself inside your place of employment. When there is no potential for a salary increase, workers excel based only on the potential backlash from stigmatized mistakes. The capitalist leadership calls this motivation or productivity. What it really is, however, is a fundamental system of guilt based on predetermined rights and wrongs within a particular industry. After all, without the potential for a financial boost, there is genuinely no incentive for the average person to exert any effort into their job. By creating a system of stigmatized mistakes accompanied by penalties and transforming it into an ideal known as “pride” or “motivation,” employers can cultivate a pseudo-intrinsic happiness based solely on the ability of the employee to escape consequence. The weaker the consequences for errors, the less incentive an employee has to perform at a high level. Through years of conditioning, employees learn to excel based on professional pride and eventually, they reach the point where a false happiness is achieved simply by doing someone else’s definition of a “good job.”

Because we live in an economic system based on cyclical debt in exchange for goods and services that we are unable to generate ourselves, the only rationale one can give for work is to accrue fiat currency in order to intentionally promulgate our own personal debt in exchange for items that are essential to our existence like food and shelter. The system of work only exists insofar as individual households are not self-sustaining. As society continues to devolve in this way, people have less and less personal utility over the availability of essential goods. It is within this construct that the fabricated “intrinsic value” of work is at its most malicious. The average person is willing to knowingly accrue more debt, even with the knowledge that they are not going to be compensated in congruence with their performance at work. Because the false happiness of “a job well done” is alive and well in so many conditioned workers, they forget that the sole purpose of work is based on the need for income and suddenly, employer expectations sit right alongside financial goals in the eyes of the brainwashed employee. This deceit has escalated so quickly and been embraced so wholly, that fathers are missing the births of their children because they had to work.

This simple observation from an admittedly simple mind is in no way suggesting a means for change or improvement, however it does give one an adequate answer to the question of a toddler. When your youngling has reached the age where they can understand that you go somewhere for something all day, be sure to explain to them how the entirety of the developed world has been co-opted by the capitalist underbelly into assigning value to something that is inherently valueless. And as you reach for your jacket on your way to work in the morning, be sure to look your child in the eyes and explain to him how important the approval of your superiors are. So important, in fact, that you’ll spend 1/3 of your life away from their development, laboring for greenbacks and the approval of people who wouldn’t care if you died after your shift, as long as you were productive during it.

January 25, 2015
by Creed
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Toddler Language

My son has finally begun to make the transition from tiny parrot into petite human. His relative size and strength, however, are not what’s causing this transformation, it is the ability to acquire language and retain it. He is no longer squawking aimlessly, he’s legitimately talking. For the past 18 months, the sounds being emitted from my son’s face were exclusively gibberish and always incomprehensible. However, he’s reached a point in his development where coherent words are audible and even the occasional broken sentence slithers out. It was an exciting moment for exactly 17 seconds…before I realized that the talking never stops…ever.

Being a parent to a toddler is a lot like being married. At first, every new event and occurrence is exciting. But as time wanes on, those very same scenarios that once upon a time had you blushing with glee, will have you trying to scratch out your own eyeballs. Toddler talking is one of these events. It is absolutely adorable the first time a toddler strings together a semi-acceptable sentence that actually makes sense. However, the initial joy fades rapidly, particularly when your child is standing at your knees, asking about the structural integrity of the shower curtain while you’re trying to move your morning bowels. There is nothing more distracting than toddler babbling during a morning poop.

A toddler’s ability to retain linguistic material is uncanny. Often times, hearing a word or expression only once is enough to retain it and use it properly at a later time. Understanding this truth is especially critical for the vulgar and borderline inappropriate adult. As adults, we’ve become so accustomed to routinely using similar language, that often we forget the degree of acceptability in our daily vernacular. Recently I came to the realization that “Watch it, fuck face” is my favorite and most commonly used expression whilst driving. However, since that moment of recognition, I’ve adjusted my behind-the-wheel lexicon to include more appropriate phrases like “move bitch” and “what a d-bag.” Parenting is all about being a role model.

Once you realize the ease at which toddlers acquire new language skills, it becomes fun to use everyday life to help them continue to master new words. A toddler will take a seemingly innocuous sentence and turn it into a learning moment. The ease and ability with which they develop new linguistic abilities is simply astonishing. With that in mind, I’ve taken charge of my son’s verbiage and begun teaching him some key phrases for social success. Things like “true dat” and “pass the gravy.” After all, one cannot cruise through life on good looks alone.

Which each passing day, a new word or series of words continually reminds me that this tiny creature is always listening. Always. Being the aforementioned excellent role model that I am, remembering to treat each and every moment as a learning moment is crucial to my son’s vocal success. The most dangerous thought that can cross a parent’s mind is the belief that your toddler won’t remember or understand something. They are always listening. Watching. Even when you’re just trying to pinch one off after your morning coffee.

January 17, 2015
by Creed
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Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.: Icon of an Indifferent America

The third Monday in January is annually celebrated as the Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. holiday. Most hardworking and thrifty Americans embrace this day by taking off from work and remaining clueless as to why Martin Luther King Jr. is revered. The principle cause for celebration is an extra paid holiday in a month where there is typically little else to smile about. Martin Luther King Jr. Day is always observed on the third Monday of January, even though Dr. King was born January 15th. Oddly enough, Dr. King’s given name was Michael, not Martin. So instead of celebrating Michael King Day annually on January 15th, we celebrate Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Day annually on the third Monday of January. Make sense? Ok good.

Dr. King is well known throughout our nation as a Christian humanitarian who championed civil rights and the advancement of black people in America. Yet for the vast majority of Americans, that is literally all they know about King. He was a black religious guy who did progressive things for other black people. Well done, public school system. The more elaborate truth is that King was a landmark figure in almost every outlet of society in 1950s America. His breadth of influence touched everything from civil rights and religion to the Viet Nam war, inner city poverty rehabilitation, family planning structures, and a wide variety of local civic programs primarily in the deep south. He was also the first person to unequivocally identify the Loch Ness monster and he once saved a three-legged squirrel from drowning.

Much like our 16th President Abraham Lincoln, King is perhaps best known for one particular moment, his infamous “I have a dream” speech delivered on August 28, 1963. Orated from the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, King called for an end to racism in America in front of a crowd of a quarter million. The legendary speech is ranked as the top speech of the 20th century and solidified Dr. King as an icon of 1960s America. It’s a little known fact amongst historians that Dr. King once delivered a similar presentation to his 6th grade class in 1941 entitled “I have a wet dream” specifically focusing on the influence on puberty in a generation of young men in the greater Atlanta area.

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

MLK delivering his infamous “I have a dream…” pictured here clearly wide awake.

Like many other champions of the civil rights movement, Dr. King died a young man surrounded by questionable circumstances. King was assassinated in 1968 in Memphis, Tennessee at the age of 39 under auspicious conditions. As the years have passed and his death has become more scrutinized, it has become more plausible to view the death of King in a similar light as the deaths of John and Bobby Kennedy as well as the radical black Muslim, Malcolm Little. Modern historians liken all four assassinations in a similar vein, highlighted by potential U.S. government involvement in their killings. An autopsy of Dr. King revealed that although he was only 39, his cardiovascular health was that of a 60-year-old, due to years of unbridled stress working within the movement. The gunman in the King murder was identified as James Earl Ray, who was convicted and sentenced to 99 years in prison where he would eventually die from Hepatitis C. King’s wife, Coretta Scott King, famously described Ray, recounting, “a bitch is a bitch” which would later become the theme to a popular 90s hip hop track by gangsta rapper Ice Cube.

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

Alleged King assassin James Earl Ray. Not to be confused with James Earl Jones.

Dr. King’s groundbreaking movement of peaceful disobedience paved the way for millions of oppressed black Americans. King remains a legendary figure in American history who’s memory is tainted only by how little we know of him as a public. Modern history has largely forgotten the peaceful civil rights movement, as new paradigm suggests that the more violent Black Power movement was far more influential to the eventual political autonomy of black citizens in America. Nevertheless, Dr. King is a figure worth remembering. So this year, be sure to do what the hardworking and tireless King would do on this day: take the day off, get intoxicated, and keep your collective blinders on. Always a pleasure, America. Perhaps one day we will rise up and live up to our creed, but today is not that day.

January 12, 2015
by Creed
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Reconciling Dystopia

Becoming a new parent is overwhelming. So overwhelming, in fact, that new parents may feel a bit bipolar at times. Occasionally, sordid and evil thoughts permeate your brain. Harming your child is not a realistic option, although at times it seems to be a very vivid and attractive possibility. Early on in parenthood, taking stock of your new lifestyle is strikingly similar to witnessing the carnage of a twenty car pile-up unexpectedly wreaking havoc on a quiet, residential avenue in a kid-friendly neighborhood or retirement community. While the frustration of parenting is intense at times, it’s relatively easy to stifle your urge to strangle your new baby. As your baby matures into a toddler, you’ll soon learn that the majority of your effort will be spent saving the child from injuring itself. You’ll no longer be forced to harbor the shameful thoughts of potential infanticide, as toddlers are remarkably well equipped to find danger on their own virtually everywhere.

Michael only dangled his kid over a balcony. Jeez people, it’s not like he actually dropped it!

A toddler is always in peril. Babies and toddlers live their lives in a constant state of physical danger which is only enhanced as they grow older and become physically capable of exploring new heights. Toddlers are fearless. The good news is that they are soft and flexible and can easily survive minor, self-inflicted blunt force trauma. The transition a young child makes from baby to toddler is paradoxical for a new parent. Only a handful of weeks ago you were legitimately considering tossing the baby off the balcony. Now no longer a baby, your toddler is most likely climbing the balcony railing alone whilst you do everything in your power to keep he or she safe. Amazing how quickly the tables turn.

You wish you could forget about your child sometimes. Nic Cage wishes he could forget all the time!

A toddler will find danger where seemingly none exists. Modern parenting gurus have adopted the term “baby-proofing” to reference the extravagant lengths parents go to in order to protect their younglings from household perils. What a parent of a toddler will quickly learn is that there is no such thing as baby-proofing. The creativity and innovation of toddlers is truly impressive when it comes to successfully seeking danger. Because of this astute ability to constantly locate risk, toddlers would probably have similar insurance premiums as most geriatric smokers with heart disease. Toddlers are small, clever, and can fit into narrow spaces, which would surely make them an attractive asset to potential employers.

There is only one way to relieve yourself of the burden of being a new parent constantly on patrol. Acceptance. In order to find more extensive and appropriate moments of tranquility, you must accept that whatever lifestyle you maintained as a childless adult has gone up in flames. You are a lifeguard now. All the time. You created this dystopia.

Of course your new baby is annoying. Human babies by definition are helpless. Deal with it. Accept it. Only through the armistice of acceptance will you find serenity. Just don’t bask in the serenity of acceptance for too long…your toddler is about to pull a cast iron skillet off the stove top onto his head. RUN!

December 13, 2014
by Creed
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Santa’s Lap

The seemingly age old tradition of small children sitting on Santa’s lap and asking for presents is so engrained in our society that most parents think nothing of it. For decades it has been commonplace to take your younglings to a venue where they can perch atop the lap of the jovial fat man of the season and tell him what they desire for Christmas. It has become as normal as any other American holiday tradition.

Parents buy into this more than kids. It is the parents who promote this idea of Santa’s Lap. Over time, children accept the notion of Santa and of the seasonal custom of sitting on a stranger’s lap during the winter months, however it is the parents who initially instigate this bizarre tradition. Any other time of year, parents would scream in horror if their children willingly sat on a fat, bearded, strange man’s lap and asked him for things. All stereotypes aside, most people probably don’t want anything a bearded, fat guy has to offer anyway. Unless you have a thing for Werther’s Originals and perhaps a cigar.

There is nothing more disconcerting than placing your young children on the lap of a stranger who has an uncanny resemblance to most homeless. Sans the red suit and hat, most Santas are barely discernible from bums. Similarly to hobos, most Santas are outwardly disheveled, overly hairy, and probably drunk. If that very same man lost the suit and approached your child in a windowless panel van offering candy, you’d run for the police. Yet somehow putting a red suit and a furry hat on even the creepiest individuals changes their aura altogether. So much so that parents enforce their child’s closeness to this seasonal being.

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Odin, father of Thor, Allfather of the Gods, Ruler of Asgard, the original Santa, and a lookalike of every homeless man ever. Quite a resume.

The annual tradition of handing your children over to an obese, elderly codger in a red suit has become as natural as eating turkey on Thanksgiving or dressing as a hussy on Halloween. The normalcy associated with Santa’s Lap is easily one of the most paradoxical qualities of an already hypocritical time of year. Santa’s Lap is only Santa’s Lap insofar as the individual is perceived as jolly, rotund, bearded, and dressed in red. It is perhaps the ultimate irony that parents will relentlessly protest the presence of a sex offender in their neighborhoods but will nary express a concern about encouraging their impressionable children to climb upon the lap of a complete stranger…especially one with such lofty career ambitions as “mall Santa.”

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Sinterklaas, based on the original St. Nick. Nothing strange or creepy about this guy at all.

Happy Holidays, kids. When mommy and daddy push you towards the bearded geriatric at your local mall, just remember this. Santa is fictional. And that guy dressed as the conjured deity of childhood materialism…he hates you, he hates all kids. The only thing he needs besides a real job and probably some hydrocortisone for his fake beard rash is to be left alone whilst in line at the soup kitchen.

December 5, 2014
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Setting Career Goals for your Child

As a child, the question “what do you want to be when you grow up?” comes up a lot. For kids, this is often an incomprehensible question. In order to properly understand and answer this question, a child would first require an understanding of the misery of having a full-time career and the endless toil earning a living exacts on your life as an adult.

Children live in a fantasy world. They can say whatever they want to this question and it’s ok because they are kids. If a child wants to be a portrait painter, Broadway actor, or musician, he isn’t a beatnik or a hipster, he’s idealistic and creative. He only becomes a loser when he still holds these preposterous desires into his 20s and 30s when he is inevitably still living in his parents’ attic. One of the most common colloquialisms that you hear from seasoned parents is that raising children is intrinsically rewarding but they never specify in what capacity or to what extent it is actually rewarding. While I’ve not exactly witnessed the “rewarding” part yet, there is nothing less rewarding than crushing the irrational hopes in a child’s mind that he will one day be able to support a comfortable lifestyle by doing something that actually makes him happy.

More often than not, the answer you receive from a child is based purely on the child’s interests at the time of the question. My younger sister always had the same response when she was a kid. She wanted to be either a bank teller or work at Taco Bell. My family thought this was funny. Obviously, she was foolish to desire one of these two dead end jobs. I mean really…who wants to work at Taco Bell? But as we’ve grown to be adults, I’ve learned that my sister still has an overabundant love for both money and tacos, so maybe she was onto something that wasn’t completely based in childhood idealism. However, despite her continued fondness with the things that were once her career ambitions, she, like everyone else, was co-opted by capitalism and now works as a restaurant server with a degree in evolutionary biology. I haven’t asked her lately how often she gets into heated discussions with her co-workers about wetlands and nursing abandoned baby squirrels to health while she’s firing the dessert course but I’m sure it is fairly often given the intellectual nature of the average chain restaurant wait staff.

Never underestimate the intellectual ability of a restaurant employee. There are droves of educated capitalists foregoing their ambitions in favor of greenbacks.

It is difficult and sometimes painful to explain to an optimistic child that life is hard and the world is cruel. When you’re an adult, nobody asks nor do they care if you’re happy at your job. If, in fact, you are one of the fortunate few who is thriving in a line of work you enjoy and prospering both professionally and personally, no one wants to listen to how your life is overcome with passion and fruitfulness. They do not want to hear these things because they are stuck living a life they didn’t intend and laboring endlessly at a job they hate. Sadly, this is the case for most adults. How many among us are actually living the life we planned? In general, I find my co-workers to be a lackluster and supremely unimpressive group of tools that, if it weren’t for my need to pay the rent, I would likely never associate with out of choice.

I think that it is ok to tell my son the truth. I do not believe in lying to him by letting him believe that his future will be funded simply by his love for something. If current experience is any indication, then my son will endeavor to be the Grinch based purely on his fascination with taking things that aren’t his and smiling menacingly. I love his Grinch face and I’m quite certain he takes great pleasure in it as well but unfortunately for him, there is no money in grinching. As a responsible father, I have to be the caretaker over this behavior. While I certainly do not want to steer my son down a path ill intended, I do not want him growing up to believe that he can be a professional Grinch just because he likes being one.

If only my son could make a living doing this, he’d be the happiest and most prosperous professional curmudgeon in existence.

With the holiday season in full swing, I may begin my pilgrimage to teach my son the hard truths about life with a rousing trip to various area malls to visit the seasonal “Santas” who are employed over Christmas. I’m sure most of them are living out their childhood dreams of dead leg and fake beard rash. I’ll be sure to ask these individuals if Bloomingdales is funding their epidermal treatment packages and prescription strength hydrocortisone.

It is in this way that I hope to impart to my son that life is difficult and idealism isn’t always reality. I take absolutely no joy in dismissing the hopes and dreams of a child but subsequently, I do not want my son growing up in a fantasy world constructed on the premise that he will earn an adequate living by making balloon animals or performing magic in the local park on Sundays. Dashing whimsical endeavors is not my game, but sufficiently preparing my son for the realities of a harsh and unforgiving world is.

November 26, 2014
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Why We Love Egg Nog

The holiday season is officially upon us. Nowhere is that more apparent than in your local grocery stores, where assuredly the typical Christmas-themed garbage has already been on display for several weeks. We do this every year and predictably so, there are two kinds of people who emerge this time of year: those who love it, and those who hate it. There are few things to look forward to during the holidays. It is generally a frigid time of year filled with all sorts of frivolous gift giving and familial togetherness…yuck. However, there is one thing that we can all be thankful for: egg nog.

Egg nog is a seasonal delight that can only be enjoyed during the Christmas season. It isn’t abundantly clear why egg nog cannot be made available year round. After all, it is merely whipped eggs and cream. There is a myth swirling around the egg nog-enthusiast community that the cows that produce the mysterious milk-like-substance take a full 10 months to mature, and thus egg nog is only available for a limited timeframe from mid-November to Christmas day. Guzzle as much as you can now, because once December 26th rolls around, it will be a scarcity yet again.

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Cousin Eddie enjoys his cognac-spiked egg nog in a green dickey.

Egg nog is a wonderful beverage for many reasons. For those people who foolishly choose to reside in colder climates, egg nog is a quick and effective way to pack on 10-15 pounds without any effort. By consuming copious amount of egg nog daily, you can bulk up that spare tire around your waistline into a full-fledged and serviceable lining of warm, fatty insulation. In the absence of egg nog after Christmas, go ahead and substitute by drinking a pitcher of pancake batter each morning.

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Use egg nog to help beef up that residual stomach fat. Nothing Bizarre about that.

Another highly sought after feature of egg nog is its appeal to the functional alcoholic. Egg nog mixes suspiciously well with cognac. If you seek to heighten your festive spirit this holiday season, add some hard liquor to your daily egg nog servings. Egg nog is thick and rich and can easily conceal the scent of alcohol. Moreover, it pairs well with a myriad of delicious cordials. Because egg nog is delicious any time of day, you can clandestinely walk around drunk all day and no one will be the wiser. Add some egg nog to your morning coffee as a cream substitute and don’t forget the cognac because after all, nothing says “happy holidays” like catching a buzz at 8am.

egg nog

Don’t try to overdo it with one of the several frivolous varieties of flavored egg nog. Stay true. Keep is classy.

Unfortunately, the availability of egg nog after Christmas day is scarce. The manufacturers of this exquisite holiday treat diligently remove it from production seemingly immediately after December 25th. It is unfortunate simply because it is so delectable, however it is of extreme concern to the chubby and inebriated holiday aficionado. It is of much dismay to the egg nog junkies that nothing truly takes the place of authentic egg nog. Although we endeavor to remain tipsy and plump into the new year, without the creamy caress of the tempting egg nog, we are forced to make health-conscious resolutions that we will adhere too for exactly one week. We struggle all year to replace the void in our soul that egg nog has left, and much like timeless lovers, only through absent love does love’s tide stronger flow. Enjoy your egg nog now, drunk chunkies, the end is always in sight.

November 16, 2014
by Creed
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The Piñata

Young children do not need further incentive to be mischievous. It is a relatively well-known fact amongst the parent population that kids have an uncanny ability to find trouble where seemingly none exists. If manufacturing malfeasance was an industry, child labor laws would be outlawed forever. The vast majority of kids could find meaningful employment by professionally destroying everything within their wingspan. Productivity would skyrocket…and children would be researched as the next sustainable energy source. Eventually, all gas and electrical powered machinery would run on the harnessed power of unbridled childhood troublemaking and the energy affiliated with it. We would finally be free from fossil fuels forever. Rejoice.

The piñata is one of the ways in which modern parents have lassoed historical tradition and morphed it into a means by which children can further develop their destructive nature. The concept of the piñata has a rich history, dating back to ancient China, 14th century Europe, and Mayan Mesoamerica. The original piñata was a way to honor the cultural gods of the region and celebrate the coming harvest. By beating a papier-mâché animal with jagged sticks, the bounty contained within would fall to the feet of the idol, thus welcoming the harvest. Original piñatas often contained the seeds that would subsequently be planted and would flourish under the care of the false god from which they were beaten out of.

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Refrain from using mythical creatures in your piñata, children need to believe in what they are destroying.

For modern children celebrating an event by smashing the innards out of a colorful animal, they too can channel the deified sacrificial abilities of Huitzilopochtli and instantly command the upper hand in tribute warfare with their rival kindergarten. Kids truly do not know the advantages they stand to gain by quickly and efficiently maiming the dangling papier-mâché critter.

Through this show of childhood strength and violence, kids can also learn two of the most valuable assets in adulthood: bloodshed and greed. It is of paramount importance in 21st century America that young children learn as early as possible that the world is a cruel and evil place and the only possible way to get ahead is to resort to excessive brutality and foster an increased hunger for gluttony. By decisively destroying the piñata and selfishly claiming its inner bounty for oneself, a child will fully comprehend the American way of avarice and annihilation. If they can somehow be taught do it as remorselessly as possible, then consider that the true definition of an added perk.

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Pictured here, a group of future capitalists learn how to brutalize beauty and hoard the reward. Americans in training.

Once the violent energy of children has been scientifically adapted into useable power for our vehicles and warmth, piñatas could be the single greatest asset in the renewable resource community, replacing things like petroleum, natural gas, solar panels, wind turbines, and eventually the sun altogether. With children as the nucleus of all life on Earth, we can thrive forever in eternal darkness long after the sun has expired, surrounded by an abundance of sustainable energy and the incandescent glow of the planetary nebula.

The key is harnessing this energy. By doing so, you are not only perpetuating human existence, but you’re educating kids on the importance of savagery and greed all while maximizing the productivity of your own personal human generator. While the tangible and financial benefits to adults will be historically unparalleled, the intrinsic value will be unprecedented. After all, there is nothing more simple yet productive than teaching kids to bludgeon flamboyant animals with clubs and then fight over who gets to keep its insides.

The piñata, therefore, represents a landmark discovery in the history of the human race. With a little modern innovation, we as adults can simultaneously coach children to buy into our cultural norms while being productive members of society. It’s a win-win. Be sure to congratulate your youngling when he or she is the sole beneficiary of a successful piñata assault. They are well on their way to becoming full-fledged, productive adults and maybe, just maybe, the saviors of all mankind.

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