(Start with "Monday" if you can. Anything with the word "riff-raff" in the title is worth reading from the beginning, don't ya think?) So what were we talking about? Oh right. Clueless women: Women who don't know anything.
They don't know how they got pregnant, when they got pregnant, why they keep getting pregnant and sometimes, occasionally-- They don't even know that they are pregnant.
One day she's trying on shoes at the shoe store and just happens to look down and see a little round face in the little rectangular shoe mirror.
And she exits the store in search of a whole different kind of pump than what she had intended when she entered.
But clueless women who get pregnant easily only make my eyes roll.
Irresponsible women who get pregnant easily make me wretch repeatedly. Two words:
Somewhere down the line I'll have an entire week's worth of blogs dedicated to Maury Povich's show. Maybe even a "Maury" month. You just can't do his guests the injustice they deserve in one measly post.
For those of you who haven't seen it: A show staple: Women (mostly women) get DNA tests done on an ex-husband, an ex-boyfriend, a boyfriend's son, a mother-in-law's husband, a husband's twin, an ex-boyfriend's boyfriend, the guy who sat next to her at church --to confirm her child's paternity.
Here's a direct transcript from the show, or something I'm making up as I go... You be the judge.
Miss A is seventeen, has four kids with four baby-daddy. All of them have their respective daddy name with an "A" at the end: Marcusa, Jamesa, Joshuaa, Anthonya.
I'm not sure which is the most irresponsible part: Having all of those kids at such an immature age, having four different baby-daddy, or saddling those innocent tots with names that are absurd...and then calling them all "jr" anyway.
Miss B is twenty-four and has a husband. He is even a possible contender to be the baby-daddy. Hoo haa.
So are eight others guys: A few of his cousins and a few of their friends who happened to stop by at the family barbecue on that fateful late summer afternoon...
Leaving them all to rethink the true meaning of the "labor day weekend"... and to ponder if, perhaps, the grill should be the only thing turned on and getting hot during it.
Miss C has been stalking poor David for two years trying to get him to pay up for his child. There she is on TV calling him a bastard and belittling his little body parts.
Where does a young lady learn such behavior? Oh, wait, there's her mother sitting next to her calling David a c*** sucker into the camera.
And naturally, when the DNA finally gets a word in edgewise, David is officially declared to be not the baby-daddy.
So, irresponsible Miss C has been barking up the wrong guy's little tree for two years, while her child has gotten two years older and the real baby-daddy, with a two year head start, has probably made his way over the border into Mexico, or Canada, or Indiana.
So these women got pregnant irresponsibly and now are doing something that may also be irresponsible: Bringing their child on TV to parade him and their "mashugas" (let's say "dirty laundry") for the nation to see.
If only they weren't so damn entertaining.
Listen I gotta go. I'm doing a triathalon next week and I have to learn how to swim. I hear it's like riding a bike. Which I can't do either...Maybe I'll just stand along the running route and hand out water. I'll talk with ya tomorrow.