15-Mar-2006

Today as the P.A. and I were toasting English muffins in the break room, another assistant walked in and made the following proclamation:  "I think you should have to apply to have children."  Now, I have often had this thought.  Every day, I see stupid people, ugly people (although I guess this doesn't apply, since I live in L.A. and all), bad-tempered people, and worst of all, people who don't know how to drive.  And I think, God, I hope you and/or your significant other is on birth control.  But I don't take my fascist tendencies any further than that.  This guy, however, was serious.  He began declaring his thoughts on government requirements for procreation, at which point the P.A.'s disbelieving head nearly exploded with rage.  Don't get me wrong, I hate stupid, playa-hatin', unworthy cads just as much as the next gal, but there's one thing I hate more:  smarmy, rich white men who project their faux family values onto me.  I might be kinda smart, kinda funny (definitely debatable), maybe even kinda cute on a day when my face isn't red with fury, but no way, no how do I think I'm better qualified than anyone else to throw my genes in the proverbial pool.  That's a job more suited for a jackass.