Jesus I hate self-absorbed people like that.

I hate people who try to impose their own holier-than-thou lifestyle on complete strangers.  Mothers can enforce healthy eating the other 364 days a year.  For generations kids have been making themselves sick eating Halloween candy.  It’s tradition!

See, stuff like this causes me to dislike the internons.

No really. At least you can laugh at the fReichtards and PUMAzoids. Everything about this boring-ass whiner, from her completely un-original Halloween costume in college to the yapping about apples or baby carrots or oat bran mini-muffins or whatever the fuck for Halloween treats serves as a reminder that this planet is populated by a lot of damn dull people.

Wow. I’d suggest reading the rest of Traster’s posts, because she’s such a killjoy it’s unbelievable. According to one column, her daughter is forbidden to visit the circus, attend birthday parties or participate in organized sports. Traster only begrudgingly allows her to participate in an after-school arts and crafts event, something that she says makes her feel “a cross between anger and disgust.” She clearly has a very specific idea of the kind of person her daughter should be, and the girl’s own feelings and personality be damned.

People like her make me really miss Bill Hicks.

As a hard-core feminist I hesitate to say this, but jesus, what a nasty cunt. Seriously, Tina, I hope this childhood trauma is front and center in your kids’ minds when they decide on your nursing home, however many decades hence. I’m sure you’ll understand that they chose the one without indoor plumbing and staffed by violent ex-offenders because they want the BEST for you. Really, not because they’re emotionally stunted you-know-whats.

What a horrible, horrible person. Her children will grow up to be carnies.

It’s bad enough to go through life completely lacking any shred of creativity or imagination, but to turn around and strip your own child of fun is just cruel. You can hear her disdain in every sentence she writes. Poor thing! Christmas decorating must send her into convulsions.

Jane Smiley wrote a novella years ago called Good Will, about a family that is trying to raise their child to be as PC, off the consumer grid, and socially aware and conscientious as possible. He ends up tormenting the only black kid in his classroom because he’s figured out the black girl is the only one more “other” than him. So Traster might want to consider that whole “law of unintended consequences” thing.

her completely un-original Halloween costume in college

No, “vampire” is un-original. “Flapper” is Halloweenese for “I want to go as a French maid but lack the courage of my convictions.”

You can hear her disdain in every sentence she writes.

Y’know, I didn’t make a big whoop about her tone because it’s easy to come off the wrong way when you’re going for “curmudgeonly,” but boy, the stuff about her daughter having a hard time settling on a costume left a seriously bad taste in my mouth. God forbid your kid’s head have gears that turn; so much easier to live with ‘em when they’re dull-eyed lumps.

Hey, so the fact that I can readily see the world through a child’s eyes yet have no interest whatsover in becoming a parent—that’s not as ironic as I think it is, is it?

the fact that I can readily see the world through a child’s eyes yet have no interest whatsover in becoming a parent—that’s not as ironic as I think it is, is it?

Not even slightly! Even if you really enjoy “Scotland the Brave,” that doesn’t mean you have to learn the bagpipe.

Traster displays a Siskindian love of the delete button, believe it or not. I pointed out that packaged crap candy would now hold a compelling luster for her daughter and that it was a mistake making any kind of food so powerful that it would prohibit her daughter from joining in with the other kids in the neighborhood. Well, and a few other points that gil’s touched on. Well, and with reasoning like that, what is she, some kind of NY Post writer or something?

Strange that it didn’t show up.

I know its a work of fiction but the new Johnny Depp version of Willy Wonka should have taught her some sort of lesson.  Her children are going to grow up obsessed by candy and eat themselves to an early grave once they are of age (or go into the candy making business and be really really weird about it).

Traster displays a Siskindian love of the delete button

Oh yeah, as soon as I saw “0 comments” I knew they weren’t letting anything through. Thing is, there must’ve been some supportive ones—it is HuffPost Living, the intersection of priggishness and hippie bullcrap—so at least she realizes that letting only pro sentiments through would make her look like an even bigger asshole than just pulling up the thread.

So at least she’s smarter than Jake Tapper. So’s Koko, but hey.

the new Johnny Depp version of Willy Wonka should have taught her some sort of lesson.

It also should’ve taught Tim Burton some kind of lesson, but if Planet of the Apes didn’t do the job, I guess nothing will.

It also should’ve taught Tim Burton some kind of lesson

A Dahl classicist would have plenty to object to with either movie treatment, I think. I liked Burton’s wintry, hardscrabble Britain, and gil, isn’t Deep Roy’s oompa-loompa work amazing?

Sorry to say, any time that film comes on, I can’t but watch it, for Mr. Roy alone. Oh why fight it, I liked the whole thing, including Depp’s Wonka as Anna Wintour with an Ann Landers accent.