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Awesomely Inappropriate
We went to our sons’ soccer practice last night where they each have practice on different fields at the same time. Tonight I sat with our eldest as my partner wanted to get away from the screechers that were there last week. The screechers never showed up, but my entertainment for the night did.
There’s a large extended family of brothers, sisters, cousins and friends that attend the practice as multiple family members have practice on multiple fields. Sometimes they hang out and watch and others they entertain themselves. Last night, several of the boys were kicking a ball around the sidelines while BS’ing. Every once in a while, they would slip and start swearing at each other.
That’s where the fun began.
There was a mother who brought her three children to watch the fourth at practice. The three ranged in age between 6 and 10 and were instructed to sit in front of her and not goof, play, or really do anything (even though there was a full park only a few yards behind them). They were some of the most well-behaved children I have ever seen at a park, but she'd still snap at them if they so much as elbowed each other. She then pulled out her Bible and started reading off and on. Whenever the kids from the other family would slip and swear, she’d glare at them and out came the Bible again.
Needless to say, they noticed. As did her own kids who kept turning to watch them instead of the practice.
Soon, loud enough to carry, came the following conversation amongst roughly 10 to 11 year olds:
“Did you hear about [XXX]?”
“Hey, isn’t she the one who’s pregnant?”
“Yeah, supposedly got herself knocked up.”
“Well, she is a slut.”
“Shouldn’t she be showing by now? It’s been like three months! You’d think she’d have a belly.”
“I don’t know but she was picking out some tiny clothes, like for a baby, and showing them off.”
“Think she knows who the father is?”
I was trying so hard not to giggle because they were looking right at the woman and her kids while they said all this. I turned to look at the ones mouthing off and they winked at me and almost lost it. I turned to look at the lady and she was reading furiously while looking incredibly panicked and trying to keep her kids in place. Her eldest, a daughter, figured out what was going on and started snickering.
Now, I am not knocking religious people. You believe in something, more power to you. I am mocking the uber religious, don’t want anyone to have a hint of a free thought especially if it doesn’t match your own type though.
I’m also mocking uber anal-retentive people. Seriously, if you bring your children to a park, they are going to want to play. It’s a thing. The only thing they did was bump each other every once in a while and she went nuts.
This same woman also frowned at the ethnicity of the other children (proudly declaring, “We’re Mexican, yo!”), the ethnicity of my own child (more races than just one in our boys), and the daughter of hippies (actually, grand-daughter of hippies, daughter of punkers) on the team named “Sage”. Dude. We’re an inner city park system. Not everyone is going to be white and not everyone is going to follow the same set ofstrict rules you have set out for yourself and your children. If it bugs you that much, maybe this is not the activity for you and yours. Just saying.
Would have loved to see her reaction to my partner and I interacting, but alas, she was on the other field most the night.
There’s a large extended family of brothers, sisters, cousins and friends that attend the practice as multiple family members have practice on multiple fields. Sometimes they hang out and watch and others they entertain themselves. Last night, several of the boys were kicking a ball around the sidelines while BS’ing. Every once in a while, they would slip and start swearing at each other.
That’s where the fun began.
There was a mother who brought her three children to watch the fourth at practice. The three ranged in age between 6 and 10 and were instructed to sit in front of her and not goof, play, or really do anything (even though there was a full park only a few yards behind them). They were some of the most well-behaved children I have ever seen at a park, but she'd still snap at them if they so much as elbowed each other. She then pulled out her Bible and started reading off and on. Whenever the kids from the other family would slip and swear, she’d glare at them and out came the Bible again.
Needless to say, they noticed. As did her own kids who kept turning to watch them instead of the practice.
Soon, loud enough to carry, came the following conversation amongst roughly 10 to 11 year olds:
“Did you hear about [XXX]?”
“Hey, isn’t she the one who’s pregnant?”
“Yeah, supposedly got herself knocked up.”
“Well, she is a slut.”
“Shouldn’t she be showing by now? It’s been like three months! You’d think she’d have a belly.”
“I don’t know but she was picking out some tiny clothes, like for a baby, and showing them off.”
“Think she knows who the father is?”
I was trying so hard not to giggle because they were looking right at the woman and her kids while they said all this. I turned to look at the ones mouthing off and they winked at me and almost lost it. I turned to look at the lady and she was reading furiously while looking incredibly panicked and trying to keep her kids in place. Her eldest, a daughter, figured out what was going on and started snickering.
Now, I am not knocking religious people. You believe in something, more power to you. I am mocking the uber religious, don’t want anyone to have a hint of a free thought especially if it doesn’t match your own type though.
I’m also mocking uber anal-retentive people. Seriously, if you bring your children to a park, they are going to want to play. It’s a thing. The only thing they did was bump each other every once in a while and she went nuts.
This same woman also frowned at the ethnicity of the other children (proudly declaring, “We’re Mexican, yo!”), the ethnicity of my own child (more races than just one in our boys), and the daughter of hippies (actually, grand-daughter of hippies, daughter of punkers) on the team named “Sage”. Dude. We’re an inner city park system. Not everyone is going to be white and not everyone is going to follow the same set of
Would have loved to see her reaction to my partner and I interacting, but alas, she was on the other field most the night.
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Then kiss.
*snickers*
Of course, I'm sure I "scarred" a number of zealots with my SJ offering yesterday, so it all works out. And boy, were those "pregnancy rumor" kids sharp!
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Re: Same Sex Marriage -
I've pissed off a lot of gay rights activists and gay friends by saying the marriage thing is not the big thing to me. Being able to share the same rights as married couples is. A certificate from some outside source isn't going to change how I feel about her, but I would like to know I can go to her hospital room, have a say in what happens to her, and have legal rights with regards to our kids. When we flew overseas with them earlier this year, we had to have their father write and sign a waiver and they still did not understand why I wanted to sit next to my kids. Who knows what would have happened if something happened to E or the boys anywhere along the trip? When that can be sorted out, then I'll celebrate.
Okay, soapbox moment. Sorry about that. *is sheepish* *slinks away*
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