why do we even have to explain this?
Dec. 18th, 2009 12:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireFrom Austin Craigslist: Girl who yelled at me for commenting on her bringing her baby to a bar (Not written by me, in case you are wondering. Last night at the Highball, in the *bar* I saw a woman carrying what appeared to be a 7-9 month old baby. Um, please go bowl or something. Not hang out at the bar.
This is wrong, and stupid. A) you shouldn't be out at a bar drinking and performing child care for reasons that are obvious, B) sure we may not smoke in the bars here anymore but that doesn't make it any more of a kid friendly environment all of the sudden and C) why, why, why are you inflicting a crying baby on a bar full of people? Bars are for grown ups, not babies.
If you can't afford a babysitter, stay home. It's not that hard of a concept. If you are determined to be drunk, buy a damn six pack. It will be cheaper at the grocery store than the bar anyway!
I will not even begin to go into my feelings about women who are drunk and breastfeeding at the bar, except to say that CPS *will* take a report on that.
This is wrong, and stupid. A) you shouldn't be out at a bar drinking and performing child care for reasons that are obvious, B) sure we may not smoke in the bars here anymore but that doesn't make it any more of a kid friendly environment all of the sudden and C) why, why, why are you inflicting a crying baby on a bar full of people? Bars are for grown ups, not babies.
If you can't afford a babysitter, stay home. It's not that hard of a concept. If you are determined to be drunk, buy a damn six pack. It will be cheaper at the grocery store than the bar anyway!
I will not even begin to go into my feelings about women who are drunk and breastfeeding at the bar, except to say that CPS *will* take a report on that.
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Date: 2009-12-18 07:46 pm (UTC)In the interest of disclosure, my father took me to a bar often when I was about four or five. (The one I think you worked at in Lubbock!) It was generally in the afternoon when it did not seem to busy. We were also with a friend of his, and spent time playing Gauntlet.