Parenting and family, served with a shot of vodka
If you read the Huffington Post Parents page with any regularity, you will notice that just about every day, there’s a new column posted about the Elf on the Shelf.
Some parents love the idea, and set up funny or elaborate elfin mischief scenes to delight their little ones each morning. Other people are like, eff that noise, that little thing is creepy and I’d never bring that nightmare-maker into my home.
Great! To each their own, right?
While I was waiting at the vet’s office last week, I made the mistake of reading the comments section of one of these posts — I can’t even remember if it was pro or con, at this point — and I could not BELIEVE that hundreds of people were getting into vicious wars of words over this. Over what others do or don’t do with a freakin’ stuffed elf in the privacy of their own homes.
I’d expect to see this kind of vitriol in the comments on stories about gun control or politics. But a doll? Come ON, folks. People were ripping each other, and attacking one another’s parenting skills over it. I think we can do a little better than this as a human race, don’t you?
I’ve got a two-part New Years resolution for anyone who has argued with another person over the Elf. Step one: Get a life. Step two: Get worked up over something that matters, then go change the world. Good grief.
And, I’ve got a New Years resolution for myself: Stop reading the comments sections on stories of any kind. Just. Stop.
What the hell is the matter with people? (That’s a rhetorical question, but please feel free to answer if you’ve got any insight.)