Hot on the heels of the nom about the (ridiculous adult behaviour) memorial balloon-release … some equally superfluous same-vein juvenile carry-on … the in-pregnancy ‘Gender Reveal’ via ever more ludicrous ‘look at ME’ antics.
In this world of email, texting, cuntapps aplenty and saturation phone ownership, … somehow a simple short sentence typed or spoken; 100% conveying a (used to be) basic fact (‘.. having a boy’ , or ‘having a girl’) just isn’t enough any more. It originated as gender-reveal ‘parties’ which would include a cake containing either blue or pink filling, cut mid’party’ to much fanfare by the easily-impressed assemblage.
Still uneccessary, really, but relatively harmless I suppose. You’ve lost my interest the moment you’ve decided to bring another human into the cunts mess that is this current world, but I digress.
Sticking ‘gender reveal party disasters’ into yer search engine will show just what kind of lengths people will go to in the pursuit of attention over fuck-all worth making any such big deal out of since the cake method became not showy enough. Aircraft banners, skywriting, fire-fighting planes hired to drop near 2 tons of dyed water, sports cars blasting past with coloured exhaust. Hot air balloons. Fireworks. Gunplay(the daddy gets to shoot his rented 50-cal anti-armour(!) rifle at a target which explodes to show pink or blue yaaaaay ?). Even glitter-filled pipe bombs(I shit you not!) ..
And some of the outcomes of this behaviour? A 23,000 acre fire incl. a dead firefighter. A 45,000 acre fire, monetary cost $8 Million. Plane crash(es) with fatalities. Car explosion. A vintage cannon(!) explosion….
All for what?
Self aggrandizing. Over something that rats are able to do(reproduce). What hope is there for the offspring born to such shallow narcissists?
Nominated by : CuntemAll