Hooray for Great British Parenting Skills #253 Don't worry. This isn't a cheap shot at the way British kids are raised these days. Oh who am I kidding, Any caucasian kid below the age of 19 riding a stolen bicycle and sporting a tracksuit scares the shit out of me.

No Clyde, no! I. must. resist. stereotypes. OK I'm sure there's a fair number of young adults out there who haven't come from some sort of dysfunctional family of fuck-ups. I mean the Royal family is prime example of Great Britain's finest. Surely none of their young princes would have been raised to think wearing a Nazi uniform is just a smashing display of irony or that using racial slurs like "raghead" is still a cool nickname since the British colonisation of India. Of course none of that comes to mind at all, that's just silly!

Ah well, I digress and accept my environment. I accept it when I see a chavy couple pull up in their car beside me with their infant in the back, safely secured by a seatbelt and booster seat. Well done on health and safety. I accept that the presumed father doesn't look a year over 18. I accept he is one of England's finest in originality by the Adidas trackpants he is wearing. I accept that he purchases a soft drink from a takeaway stall I am a waiting patron of, and then mildly complains that Diet Coke was all they had. I accept that he then proceeds to put the child's needs before his own. The child still behaving very well in the back seat. I accept that after a very brief discussion with the woman, presumed mother, and even brief-er thought, he fills the empty milk bottle with the contents of the aluminium can. I accept that it is perfectly acceptable to give Diet Coke to an infant now, as the child quenches its thirst. Provided it's not 'regular coke'. Cause' we all know what sugar does to babies. I accept that in some parts society, in some parts, anything goes.  ¶ posted by Jon at 3/27/2009