[lbo-talk] Ever more opportunities

[snitsnat]

At 01:40 PM 7/1/2005, Leigh Meyers wrote:
>Fuck her, she's a freak.

you need some batteries. Your kmart battery operated halo is to be flickering.


>What about the kid?


What about the kid?

My sonshine and starshine wrote me a card a couple of weeks ago. "I just 
want to thank you for everything. Thanks four helping me with everything 
and being there for me. I know you try so hard to give me material things 
but none of that matters. Your love matters the most. I love you." This 
wasn't mother's day, it was just because i'd "been there".

Now, what you're saying is that, the kid will look at the tattoo and be 
warped by it? Like my son is warped by watching me work my ass off, getting 
so stressed out I nearly had a heart attack? My kid was deprived because he 
had a mother who worked her ass off -- and he saw me working every minute 
-- because I worked at home for the past 6 years. Because, there's no 
difference between that woman and me or joanna or any other mother and 
father here. We also work our asses off to give our kids a roof over their 
heads, clothes on their backs, and food on the table, ballet lesssons, 
college educations, karate lessons, summer camp, arts education, pottery 
making classes, boyscouts, whatever. I know, i know: we should all live the 
simple life and home school. whatever.

Are you saying that tattoos warp people or sumpin'? My father had three. 
One was a heart, arrow and the name Donna (not my mother's name). The other 
arm sported the name Penny and another sort of heart -- not mom's name 
either. And he had yet another one on his chest -- and still not my 
mother's name. (They married when dad was 22)

Yeah. I'm so warped by my father's display of three different women's names 
(none were dear ol' mom!) on his arms and chest. Here's a clue: people have 
an amazing capacity for not seeing things. Like the ugly mole or the scar, 
like the gray hair. The kid won't see the tattoo after awhile, believe me.

A kid who loves his mom and who feels loved by his mom, as I'm assuming is 
the case, will live just fine, just as fine as the kid who has a mom who 
weighs 300 lbs and gets picked on because she's fat. Or the kid who's mom's 
on welfare and gets picked on for that.

What the kid saw was sacrifice for him. He saw that I loved him. He saw 
that I took care of his needs for material things before I took care of 
mine. How on EARTH do you know she won't do the same?

I got a gig the other day and the first thing I did was buy the kid 
something that he's needed and we've been putting off. A toothbrush, 
raisins, cereal (on sale! twofer!), white tee-shirts (on sale!) and oh! 
dollar bags of combos, his very favoritist snack. We celebrated with dinner 
together and danced around the room doing the "jiggety jig".

He wrote from work today, "I'm glad all that hard work is paying off now."


If my kid is warped because he saw sacrifice for material things, then all 
kids are warped -- unless you want to treat us to a little theoretical 
foundation for the difference between my kid, hers, and oh, say, Tully's 
kid. All because they saw their mothers sacrifice to support them. I know 
Leigh: we don't need combos and raisins and cereal. And she doesn't need 
private school.

Because: you say so.






"Finish your beer. There are sober kids in India."

                        -- rwmartin