My oldest kid is about to be Bat Mizvahed, as she turns thirteen. And as she gets older, I think more and more about the world she is going to inherit.
One of constant war and rich people making decisions that are bad for everyone else. Watch everything, read everything. We live outside of town, just far enough for Avalanche to not deliver, and both my kids were having a sleepover, so we needed pizza and candy.
And we got sour gummy worms and bubblegum. All with enough synthetic food dyes to stain our mouths a variety of colors all the way into the morning. I ordered a Very Veggie pizza from Donatos and it was, well, fine. My partner is from Columbus and she got me into making ranch dressing and dipping the pizza in, which makes bad pizza better. My New York Jewish grandmother sifts about in her urn every time I do this.
Unfortunately, my partner was out of town so the pizza was pretty mid, to quote my kids. Their dad, a member of the IRA, is saddened by this. As a parent, your kids are going to disappoint you. They are going to want to buy fast fashion, break your favorite mug, swallow a quarter, use slang that you are too old to understand, and dress up as genociders. Facts of life. That is good parenting that I aspire to.
You know how you like the Irish accent? And of course, the English, in their colonization of Northern Ireland, suppressed it. The brothers are doing copious amounts of drugs and writing about it. A man in his thirties played by J.
