Actually, since this weekend is another write-off and I’m a lazy sod, and since I wasted a lot of time and effort on these debates over the past few days when I should have been writing, I figured I might as well double them up and add them as blog posts. And this one, referred to in yesterday’s Facebook-reposting of the racism debate, will have been something those of you outside of Facebook (ie. both of my major full-time readers and commenters) may have missed out on, and it bears repeating.
So this is a true story, of what happened the last time we went to get McDonald’s drive-through.
I’m curious about the girl-Happy-Meal packaging too, but not so much that I will go to McDonald’s specifically for it. Maybe once I start to get hungry, I will.
I did appreciate Zachary stepping up to offer the Devil’s Advocate position, and I have been a bit puzzled by what I see as something of a reversal of my usual “political correctness can go and bite my un-butt” position about sensitive issues. These two discussions cast them in stark opposition, in fact – race in one, gender in the other. I don’t know if my views are really opposed in these two cases, or if it’s just a matter of one thing being completely different to the other. Or, as common sense might suggest, everything being subjective and depending entirely on what you consider to be right or wrong, annoying or cute, damaging or fine.
I don’t know anymore.
LOL good on ya, mate! 
 I have been conditioned to believe this is a phrase which will have a considerable amount of translatability  given that you are Australian. 
 As opposed to “translatability” which, ironically, has very little of itself.
 I just realized you are Australian, not an alien from Proxima Centauri. Ahh well, my apologies, glorbleezit preraxzxis. 
 Do not ask, BOY! You do NOT want to know. Or for your children to know.
Hmm, I think I’ve been pondering Straxx (sp?) a lot lately.
Also, I LOLed at “The Happy Meal Box [for the boy] seemed to have information about energy and stuff, while the girl box had something else.” I realize you didn’t have the girl box but, being a denizen of the country for whom we all have McDonald’s to blame, I’m sure it was something like a pre-traced picture to color or some other “girly” thing. Because girls love coloring and are not bright. Trust me on this.
And get the goddamn fairy next time, what the hell are you teaching that girl of yours? Sheesh.
“And then I shall … not … burn him with acid.”
(Yes, seen it now! At least the first two episodes. To be continued, possibly, tomorrow [that is, as I write this, not according to the blog post I’m commenting into].)
Oh, she got the fairy the first time, before they tried this “girl toy or boy toy” shit on with me. Do you think we are trying to raise a Hell-bound butch lesbian? We didn’t get a look at the box, though.
The fairy was crap.
““And then I shall … not … burn him with acid.””
“(Yes, seen it now! At least the first two episodes. To be continued, possibly, tomorrow [that is, as I write this, not according to the blog post I’m commenting into].)”
Awesome, can’t wait! Not the episodes (now that I can say it), but that you have seen them. Ptooey, that’s for the episodes.
“Oh, she got the fairy the first time, before they tried this “girl toy or boy toy” shit on with me.”
“Do you think we are trying to raise a Hell-bound butch lesbian? ”
I’m sure I have no idea what you new-age parents are trying to raise. And shave those sideburns, hippie!
“The fairy was crap.”
Course it was. Tha’s a girl toy tha’ is.
Oh, you didn’t like? Interesting. Well, to be continued, possibly at some point this week.
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