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It's not so much the dislike of kids: it's the dislike of kids stopping one from enjoying something that one may've paid for. Small children are sometimes admitted free (if at all, depending on what the event/place is) to places where others are paying for the privilege, and it really fucks me off when parents don't stop their kids from tear-assing around the place, or screeching, or being obnoxious. Or flinging dip across the room. It's that kind of thing that really, really fucking irks me. And to say something about behaviour is invariably construed as being a constraint to the little darling's creativity. Or growth. Or something. When in fact, it's merely a constraint to the little darling's flinging shit across the restaurant and interrupting my meal.
Grr.
OK. With me, it may well be a simple dislike of kids. Ahem. |
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