Post by smokinghorse on Oct 6, 2015 13:12:53 GMT -7
Ok, G and I play this game where we make up adventures with our little Lego People. Sometimes we go on quests to discover the elusive "white giant" (the cat). Sometimes we play "incompetent ninjas" and just as we're about to sneak up on our target, we stub our toe and cry out in pain. Anyway..I am a horrible parent, so when we were naming our characters we called his guy Walter, and Gram decided my girl was Asian, so I, in a terrible weak moment of PC rebellion, I named my character Ping-Pong. I thought, and still think, it was kinda funny.
So, just to be even more wrong, every once in a while, I would throw out very vague, stereotypical, offensive Asian references. Strictly for my personal inner sick and wrong self, because, to G they were more like non sequiturs that he just blew off. Like, my character would say her mom wanted her to stop and get something for dinner on the way home, so would it be okay to swing by the animal shelter.
Fast forward to a well child appointment where G is talking to the nurse about our cat, and how she has taught us a lot about the circle of life. Because, as Gram went on to explain, we die and become the grass. The mice eat the grass, and the cats eat the mice, and......oh sweet fancy Moses......the Asians eat the cats.
I thought Chuck was going to die. The moral: THESE KIDS KNOW EVERYTHING. And my place in the bad parenting hall of fame is secured.
So, just to be even more wrong, every once in a while, I would throw out very vague, stereotypical, offensive Asian references. Strictly for my personal inner sick and wrong self, because, to G they were more like non sequiturs that he just blew off. Like, my character would say her mom wanted her to stop and get something for dinner on the way home, so would it be okay to swing by the animal shelter.
Fast forward to a well child appointment where G is talking to the nurse about our cat, and how she has taught us a lot about the circle of life. Because, as Gram went on to explain, we die and become the grass. The mice eat the grass, and the cats eat the mice, and......oh sweet fancy Moses......the Asians eat the cats.
I thought Chuck was going to die. The moral: THESE KIDS KNOW EVERYTHING. And my place in the bad parenting hall of fame is secured.
