I know it's Mother's Day and everyone is feeling all the warm and fuzzies for their Mamas. Whether you love her or you hate her, today is the one day where you gotta be nice to her right? Society and all that crap.

This post isn't about Mother's Day, not exactly. It's more about parents in general. I'm pissed as hell and this is my LJ so I don't have to take it anymore.

There are spoilers for Kick-Ass under the cut.



Mother's Day is a crappy day for me in general. I don't want to get into it here but regardless, my husband, in his awesomeness, always does something nice for me. We have these funky Mother's Day traditions that we love. Today, we went to see Kick-Ass. It's not your traditional Mother's Day but it's us.

We were late (due to circumstances beyond our control) and we got there in the middle of the first preview. We found some seats, it wasn't very crowded. I saw two people in front of us, a seat between them. I figured it was like one of those "we're not gay" or that they didn't know each other. But then I heard it...

I heard a voice.

A child's voice.

I waited for the preview to have enough light for me to lean forward. And what did a see. A six year old and an eight year old. One in the seat between the two women, the littlest one on the other side.

I looked at my husband, already getting pissed. You see, I have two things that send me into a rage. Children and animals treated poorly. They can't defend themselves, can't stand up for themselves. That is why children have parents. Parents are supposed to protect those that can't protect themselves.

Now Kick-Ass is not a kid's movie. It's rated R. The first five minutes of the movie, the main character is jerking off and there is the hint of a woman's nipple. You've got a preteen girl merrily slicing and dicing drug dealers.

At one point, the six year old had her arms wrapped around her, her feet on the seat, rocking back and forth. Her seat kept moving and my husband and I lean over to see what was going on. She was clearly scared. When she had to go to the bathroom, did her mother take her? No. Her mother told the eight year old to take her. Now I don't live in a crime ridden area but we were in the last theater on the end, the bathroom was near concessions.

Then I get home and I see things like this.

What the fuck is wrong with people? Honestly. And then people wonder why this country is going down the toliet. When I was growing up, my parents didn't let me see an R rated movie until I was 18. If they even heard a rumor that I went to one, I was in deep shit. They sure as hell weren't taking me to them. Even when we moved to bumfuck nowhere, USA, they never let me or my brother go to the bathroom unattended until we were older. And if I talked to my parents the way kids today talk to them, I would have gotten a slap across the mouth or a bar of soap on my tongue. Yes, my mother washed my mouth out ONCE. ONCE and I learned my lesson. I still don't even say 'shit' around her cause even though she is over 60, she will soap my mouth out so fast, it'll make your head spin. I take care of her and I still have to tell her where I'm going, when I will be home, etc.

I guess the whole purpose of this rant is that parents need to start being parents again. You want to be your kid's best friend, to give them everything they want, that is why so many adults are in crushing debt. Because they see a new car, they buy it. Doesn't matter if they can afford it or not. Cause they got everything they ever wanted as children because their parents were afraid of disappointing them. GET OVER IT! These kids are no respect for themselves or anyone else because they spent their whole lives being told they are special little snowflakes. More special then the rest of the little snowflakes. And those special snowflakes get whatever they want, whenever they want.

Or you've got that other end of the spectrum, where the parents don't even give a damn. Because rather than pay for a sitter or wait until it comes out on DVD, they take their kids to an R rated movie. They leave them in Wal-Mart and don't even notice until they are on the tv. They have hands out, waiting for the rest of the world to raise their kids for them.

Forget it. Nothing's going to change. I'm going back to my Mother's Day of Gypsy and Mommie Dearest (Another strange tradition, I know).