27
Jul

Seriously. What is this, a threesome?

We’re not even sure what to say about this. How do you look at this and not think “threesome?” Is it because you are so thoroughly blind to anything outside of your own bizarre little universe that you can’t see how things might look to people on the outside of your bizarre little universe?

Because outside of your bizarre little universe, which exists, apparently, solely within your minivan, this looks not like two sons and a daughter, but like three people gettin’ ready to get it on. In the back of your minivan.

23
Jul

Really?

Look. I’ve got a couple kids and a few pets. I really can’t criticize you for that. But seriously. Your family extends halfway across the back window of your big-ass car (which you apparently need in order to transport all of those mammals).

First off, Dad looks like a gingerbread man who enjoys working out. With bad hair.

When we saw this, we were driving home to Chicago from Florida. We nearly had a group heart attack, and I had to speed up to about 90 mph in order to catch up with the damn thing, and then stay even enough with it so my son could snap the picture.

It’s just so…unoriginal. Everyone looks so cookie-cutter. The daughters are all the same. Same with the dogs. It’s hard to even tell the difference between the dogs and the cats–pointy ears for the cats, that’s it. They’re all the same size. What did you people do, buy these at the 7-11? When you were picking up a box of wine and a twelve-pack?

People, all this does is tell the rest of the world how many people and animals you have. And also that you are completely devoid of personality. Chumps.

22
Jul

Arrived at Lalo’s Mexican Restaurant in Berwyn, IL last night and found this minivan parked next to my car.

1. It was a man driving the minivan.

2. You could probably safely assume that this man’s WIFE bought this stupid sticker. Because no self-respecting male Bears fan would EVER purchase that, I don’t care how many beers he’d downed. Yeah, that’s sexist. So is the rest of the world. Get over it.

3. While I’d normally assume that the man was driving his wife’s minivan, the windows also featured a sticker of Calvin (of Calvin & Hobbes) wearing a Blackhawks cap, pissing on a Phillies player.

So, let’s examine the sticker itself.

First off, Attention: PC Police. You’re not going to like this.

The guy was Mexican. What we have here, aside from a (totally distorted!) reflection of me taking the picture (will have to be a little smarter about THAT from now on), is a bunch of smiley white people. And a dog. All with Bears logos on their shirts. Because the “Our Bears Family” and the big Bears helmet weren’t the first clue. Nope, these pickles are such big Bears fans, they have to have the logo on all of their clothing. And their dog.

Look, if you’re going to put these stupid things on your rear window, at least have them actually represent what your family looks like. This bunch? Look like a bunch of typical white-suburbia, nuclear-family, church-going, Target-shopping, power-walking pukes. The people on that sticker go to Starbuck’s every morning and plan exquisite, over-priced birthday parties for their adorable, blond-haired, blue-eyed daughters. Stereotype? You bet.

The only thing I can guess is that whoever is selling these “Our Bears Family” stick family stickers only makes them for white people.

Newsflash, stupid stick-figure family sticker manufacturers: Bears fans come in all skin colors. Even sometimes orange and blue, though that’s usually meticulously applied facepaint.

21
Jul

Why do you think anyone cares about your ballerina daughter and your soccer-playing son and your husband who apparently carries a golf club around all day? We have kids too. And pets. But we’re not ashamed of our dysfunction and we don’t need a sticker on our rear windshields pretending that we’re not just as crazy as the rest of the world.

Quit being assholes and get over yourselves.