The narcissism in our country grows exponentially daily with Facebook and Twitter and blogs at our disposal. We no longer "need" each other so we concern ourselves with our rights, our thoughts, our feelings....
Where did it begin?
I am almost certain this obsession with ourselves began with those ubiquitous, benign little stick-up diamond-shaped yellow signs heralding "Baby on Board." Yes, it at first, probably prompted drivers surrounding the vehicle to drive more carefully. . . but shouldn't we be doing that anyway. . . not just for cars carrying children? Aren't we all precious cargo, I ask?
However, this expolded into a parental attitude as if we should all get out of the way when a child was concerned. I remember many soon-to-be helicopter parents traipsing about with humongous strollers barking "stroller. STROLLER!" demanding any common pedestrian to get the hell out of the way.
Those of this ilk began buying behemoth SUVs, mostly not knowing how to drive or park the aforementioned SUVs. The intent being. . . get out of my way. Now.
Am I surly? Bitter? Perhaps. But these are MY feelings. . . take heed. Hey, that might make a great stick-up diamond-shaped sunshine-yellow placard.
© It's All Wanderlust 2010
Wow this makes for a great (and huge) conspiracy theory. Basically, can I then throw in reality shows, too? By your logic (and I can't argue with it), reality shows have roots in those darn stickers. I knew I hated them back then. I just didn't realize their long-term implications.
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