Life wasn't supposed to turn out like this! You were born in the 80s. You were raised in front of a TV where you all were taught that you were going to be pop stars and party and stay young your whole lives!
Now because of one little mistake with the birth control, you are stuck with this rotten little piece of crud brat who ruins your whole life with its constant cries for attention and food and love. You gave it the trendiest, 'unique' name you could imagine, but now, that stupid little Jaedyn or Berbindi JUST WILL NOT SHUT UP! The kid turned out to be much, much more trouble and work than the cute little fashion accessory you planned on.
But now there is a voice for your generation! The generation that finally had the guts to stand up and look their squirming babies and toddlers in the eye and shout as one:
GO THE *beep* TO SLEEP!
Forget those thousands of idiotic generations before you who managed to raise children without resorting to abusive picture books about kids. You are the one! You are SPECIAL just like all your teachers told you you were. You deserve everything you can't have because of your brats. Go ahead and tell them to f--- themselves next time they cry.
Congratulations. You are the first generation of parents in history to flip off your children en masse.
Riiiighttt.... Three points: 1) Because this is the absolute only generation to have crappy parents, right? Child abuse and neglect just didn't exist until this book came out, right? Oh, to go back to those good ol' days, when child labor in factories was common as dirt. *Sigh* I tear up just thinking about how sad I am to have missed out on all the perfect parenting that occurred before this generation. 2) If this is a generation of crappy parents, who raised these crappy parents? And, 3) How does this book have anything at all to do with your tirade, Mr E? Only selfish, lazy bastard parents get frustrated? I mean, you seem a bit frustrated yourself...perhaps you're just a selfish, lazy person in general...
This is a very funny book, and as a mother of four children, each of whom I planned and loved, OF COURSE I felt exactly the way this author writes on some nights. No, no, no, you won't REALLY read it to your kids. It's just one more way to vent, so that you can go back to the nursery with a soft voice and a smile on your face when you're done. You read the thing (quietly, alone, to yourself), laugh till you cry, and then put it on a good, high shelf. When your first kid has a baby, you can pass it on...but remind her/him to keep it well-stashed.
Seriously. And the ones beating the drum loudest about morality are the first ones to be guilty of whatever they're railing against. Like all the homophobic Republican dudes caught having affairs with men.