<![CDATA[Gawker: the parent crap]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: the parent crap]]> http://gawker.com/tag/theparentcrap http://gawker.com/tag/theparentcrap <![CDATA[ Not only can you live with a douche you...]]> Not only can you live with a douche you found on Craigslist, you can also babysit a monster! "Manny or Nanny wanted for 8 year old diva," declares a Connecticut "self-employed" mom. "This is a great part-time student job for anyone with a creative side to them. We're open to a male or female nanny but my daughter likes very girly things so anyone into football, baseball, etc would probably go nuts. Most of your time would be spent driving to the skating rink in Elmsford (listening to Christina Aguilera and Rhianna) and sitting around the rink while she practices her jumps and spins, or taking her to dance lessons. I asked her what she thinks this person would be like and her list included shopping, lacing her skates, cheating on her homework, getting manicures, having lunch at Alice's Teacup in NYC. She also loves seeing ballet and modern dance (it's all about skating and dance) ... We're not looking for Mary Poppins - my kid would eat her for breakfast. If you've read the Eloise books, you'll know what you're in for." Or, like, the DSM-IV.

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<![CDATA[ Hey, the list of most popular baby names...]]> Hey, the list of most popular baby names in New York City came out today! It's here! For boys: Joshua is #4! Jayden is #5! Elijah is #28! Alex is #44! There were 82 Malachis! 92 Menachems! 32 Ashtons and 32 Dovs! For girls: Emily is #2! Sigh. Also there are 102 girls named Genesis, poor things. No Gingerlys or Dillingers... yet.

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<![CDATA[The Great Diaper Wars]]> 94 years ago, liar H.K. McCann launched his NYC ad agency with the slogan "Truth Well Told." That was a big fat lie. Advertising copywriter Copyranter brings you instances of advertising lies and the lying liars who sell them.

I hate babies—no no, not your little heavenly angel! But really, I hate them so much that I can't stand to walk down the diaper aisle in supermarkets. But now, we're all in that diaper aisle, as we happen to be in the middle of a pissing contest between Kimberly-Clark's Huggies and Procter & Gamble's Pampers. K-C is running a T.V. spot that claims that Pampers apparently fit brick-shaped babies better than human babies—and the matter has been dragged into court. Let's take this to the playground!

Here's the spot. It's the first diaper commercial I can remember that doesn't involve the pouring of beakers full of yucky blue liquid to show absorption (ew). And don't worry: unlike previously, there are no visible shit stains.

Last Thursday, a federal judge denied a motion by Proctor & Gamble to stop the Huggies ads from airing. P&G calls Huggies completely full of crap, saying in a statement "We don't think K-C's advertising is fair or accurate or serves consumers well." P&G is also seeking triple its damages for lost business and harm to reputation. Big babies!

Huggies countered by telling Pampers you'll always be 'No. 2' in the two+ billion dollar U.S. diaper market. "....[T]here is a clear and real difference between the two products in question," according to Deb Bauer, who is the marketing director for Huggies. "The ad itself was clever and humorous and effective at getting that point across."

P&G? You're in some deep doo-doo. I think you need to take this brick thing and literally throw it right back at K-C. Maybe shoot some commercials where you throw bricks through Huggies showing how badly made they are, or something. Get your agency on it—at the very least, stop whining about it to your lawyers.

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<![CDATA[Incredibly Wealthy And Extraordinarily Taut]]> Why did we not know before today that socialite Muffie Potter Aston and her plastic surgeon-to-the-stars husband, facelift king Sherrell Aston, had named their twins Bracie and Ashleigh? Bracie! Would you even name a German shepherd "Bracie"? It's so unfar from that to Epitome or Panache.

The facelift king of America [Guardian]

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<![CDATA[Multitasking Prostitute Proves Working Moms CAN Have It All]]> working momWe may be in the midst of a cocaine shortage here in town, but things aren't as dire upstate:
Schenectady Police have arrested a Saratoga woman in a prostitution bust and they say that woman, Linda Cook, performed sex acts on two men in front of her children and snorted cocaine off of her infant's stomach while breastfeeding him.
We've got to imagine Britney Spears feels just a little better about her parenting skills this morning.

Saratoga Prostitute Snorted Cocaine Off 2-Month-Old Son, Police Say [CBS6]

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<![CDATA[Will Elijah Pollack Ever Get A Day Off?]]> We recently launched a sneak attack against daddy-author Neal Pollack's adorable 4-year-old son, Elijah. Or more accurately, we launched a sneak attack against author Neal Pollack shamelessly exploiting Elijah for his own literary ambitions. Pollack responded. Fark weighed in. Facebook profiles were updated. Pollack expressed a realization: That his constant blogging of Elijah exposes the little tyke—or rather, the trite twee petite-bourgeoise portrayal of him—to public scorn. One might think this would prevent Pollack from sending little Elijah back into the baby mines. But then one would be wrong.

From Pollack's latest post on Epicurious:

went to the grocery store with my family today and wandered around in the haze of my most recent public identity crisis, dutifully loading the cart with apples, bananas, and whatever else Regina told me to get. My exchanges with Elijah were minimal. I swore that I wouldn't mine this trip for blog material. Enough already.

And then we reached the checkout line. Or at least my body did. My mind was somewhere far away, in a place full of waterfalls and self-pity. I heard Regina's voice echo in my skull.

"Neal," she said.

"Huh?"

"Look what your son is doing."

I turned around. Elijah was sitting in the shopping cart, smelling a pack of bacon, and going "mmmmmmmmm."

"Elijah," I said. "Why are you smelling the bacon?"

"Because it smells so good," he said.

He turned the package over.

"And the back of it smells even better," he said.

"Is he not supposed to be doing that?" I asked Regina.

"Well," she said, "it's a little weird, but I don't see how it's harmful."

So we let him smell the bacon until we had to put it on the conveyor belt. Later, at home, there was ham for dinner, at least for the boy. Regina and I knew that our dinner would be too spicy for him.

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<![CDATA[Lower Back Tattoos Helping To Keep Poseurs Out Of Gene Pool]]> So you were kind of a wild girl in your mid-twenties, right? Crazy, but not too crazy? You'd date musicians, sure, but mostly jam band types? "Lezzed up" with your friends in bars, but only to impress the boys? And, of course, one drunken night you and a couple of your friends thought it would be so cute and sorta badass to get a tramp stamp. You picked a butterfly. Of course, that was a few years back. You've grown since then. Changed. You and Steve got married last fall, and, oh my God, this is so great, you just found out you're pregnant! Well, guess what, missy, your semi-sordid past is about to catch up with you!

In 2002, a pair of Canadian anesthesiologists published a report that questioned whether administering an epidural through such a tattoo could be risky. The doctors speculated that complications like inflammation or nerve damage may arise if the needle pulled a bit of dyed skin along with it, and then deposited it into the nerve-rich region outside the spinal column.

The small study of three women — which concluded that there wasn't enough evidence to determine if the practice is safe or not — set off a mini-wave of panic among expectant moms. After the report was picked up by Canadian television, women began sharing their concerns on pregnancy Web sites and chat rooms. In July, a story on the topic appeared in Pregnancy magazine, further fueling anxiety and sending many women to their practitioners for advice.

While experts differ on whether or not this is an actual problem, we have no such compunctions: This is absolutely a judgment from God. Your mother was right. You might as well have just done that heroin the creepy guy from the mailroom offered you at that one party. You WHORE.

Why Some Expectant Moms Are Worried About Tattoos [WSJ]


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<![CDATA[Rich New York Breeders Forced To Rely On Outerborough Sperm]]> danishbaby.jpgCrisis! "New Yorkers looking for a bouncy, blond, blue-eyed baby are in a panic as the city's largest sperm bank - and the only one with imported goods - is running dry." Seems that Cryos international is almost out of good Nordic spunk because of an FDA ban on European babyjuice intended to prevent the spread of the human version of mad cow disease. "Two years after the measure," the Post goes on to say, "Cryos has run out of offerings from such prized blond Norsemen as 'Oluf,' 'Dagh,' 'Finn,' 'Ingi,' 'Jorn' and 'Ante.' If matters aren't resolved soon, say goodbye to 'Jarls,' 'Sven,' 'Gorm' and 'Leif,' as well." But it gets worse!

New Yorkers looking to keep any taint of swarthy ethnicity out of the family gene pool are being forced to resort to the seed of "locksmiths, bartenders and struggling writers from less exotic locales, such as Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, Rego Park, Queens, and Hackensack, N.J." Can you imagine? Tradesman splooge! When the Dillingers and Gingerlys of twenty years from now all wind up working for janitorial services we're going to look back at this moment and ask ourselves why we didn't do more. We're going to make an almost unthinkable suggestion for these spunk-deprived parents: Settle on Jew babies. Sure, you'll get the giant noses and the insecurities, but at least they'll go to college.

A 'BABY BJORN' SPERM CRISIS [NYP]


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<![CDATA[Help Name 'Times' Twins!]]> Capitalization-averse Times Metro head Joe Sexton has shared the happy news: Times reporter Jodi Rudoren and her comedian husband Gary are the proud new parents of twins! Sexton notes in the office memo that he doesn't think "they have settled on names. but i believe jodi has backed off her naked effort at career advancement and decided not to go with bill and jill." (That's Times boss-folk Bill Keller and Jill Abramson. Funny, creepy, or funny-creepy? Hard to tell!) Anyway, while we know that the Rudorens have plenty of expertise when it comes to choosing names, we thought we'd all pitch in and put together a list of suggestions? We'll go with Dillinger and Gingerly. Your thoughts? Full memo follows.

From: joe sexton To: [Metro] Subject: a blessed two tons of trouble Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2007 15:41:32 -0400 folks,

jodi gave birth this afternoon to twins, a girl and a boy. they were born three minutes apart at st. luke's/roosevelt. they were early, but robust, and, like their parents, full of life and fun. the boy weighed in at 4 pounds, 8 ounces; the girl at 4 pounds, 1 ounce. they both scored high on initial tests, boding well for the SATs and whatnot. the girl, no surprise, trailed the boy. but as we know, she will no doubt catch up over time and eventually shame and humiliate her brother with her intelligence and goodness.

gary, who relied on his recently published guide to comedy to get through a hectic morning, will keep us posted on all things.

don't think they have settled on names. but i believe jodi has backed off her naked effort at career advancement and decided not to go with bill and jill.

a true delight, all in all.

joe

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<![CDATA["A New Zealand couple is looking to call...]]> "A New Zealand couple is looking to call their newborn son Superman—but only because their chosen name of 4Real has been rejected by the government registry." [Reuters]

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<![CDATA[The Monogram Store]]> alexaRight next to the "A Little Bit of What You Fancy" boutique on Newton Lane in East Hampton is the perpetually bustling Monogram Shop. We all love to see our names in print. But only the wealthy have the means to see their names embroidered onto almost everything they own: Baby sweaters, towels, tissue boxes, even diapers. Pragmatically of course, it makes sense. You wouldn't want Reese to grab Blake's towel by accident or Genevieve to mistake her baby sweater (only $85) for Panache's or even worse Epitome's! Also? Bob Balaban plays tennis. Who knew?

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<![CDATA[Study: Babies Raised By Videos Approximately As Dumb As Expected]]> You know all those hard-charging parents that are so busy with their important careers that they sit little Augustus and Waverly in front of an "educational" video in place of actually parenting under the assumption that, what the hell, at least the kid is learning something? Bad news for them!

For every hour a day that babies 8 to 16 months old were shown such popular series as "Brainy Baby" or "Baby Einstein," they knew six to eight fewer words than other children, the study found.

Parents aiming to put their babies on the fast track, even if they are still working on walking, each year buy hundreds of millions of dollars' worth of the videos.

Unfortunately it's all money down the tubes, according to Dr. Dimitri Christakis, a professor of pediatrics at the University of Washington in Seattle.

Christakis and his colleagues surveyed 1,000 parents in Washington and Minnesota and determined their babies' vocabularies using a set of 90 common baby words, including mommy, nose and choo-choo.

Hahahaha, your kids are going to grow up stupid! Hope that extra time you spent on your Blackberry was worth the lifetime of stagnant wages and mediocre employment to which you've doomed your offspring.

'Baby Einstein': a bright idea? [LAT]

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<![CDATA[Tibetan Nannies Still New York's Most Popular Brand Of Ethnic Servant]]> Today's Observer takes a look at the Tibetan nanny craze and finds that all is not well amongst New York parents searching for enlightened caretakers who will watch little Dillinger and Gingerly while Mommy goes to the gym and Daddy fiddles distractedly with his iPhone while pretending that he's "working." While Tibetan nannies are still a high-demand product, the whole transaction raises a difficult issue: It's kinda racist.

"There's kind of a mutually agreed unspoken agreement among mothers that all the normal rules about racism are off when you're talking about nannies," said one book editor in her early 30's who asked not to be identified because her Filipina nanny is illegal. "People talk about ethnicity in a way they never would at any other time. Even people who are very aware of not making racial stereotypes will put that on hold when talking to other mothers."

"Part of it is just a shorthand way of saying what you're looking for, and what qualities you'd like to instill in your children," the book editor continued. "Before I knew that Tibetan nannies were a status thing, a friend's friend was telling me that they were the very best. You hear that Filipina nannies are the best because they have a history of being caretakers in the Philippines. You hear that Caribbean nannies are a bit tough, so they're good if you have an unruly child with discipline issues."

Marie Claire executive editor Lucy Kaylin sees it as an unpleasant, but unavoidable, part of the hiring process: "Mothers caught in the grip of the nanny search can get a bit crazy. You're desperate for clarity and information, and you find yourself poking around in realms of your psyche that you thought were well sealed off." Yeah, the racist realms.

Anyway, the article fails to speculate what the future holds, but we spoke with a consultant who works in the Nanny Futures Industry, and he's still bullish on Tibet. "I'd say that's the solid pick for the next two, three years." And after that? "Venezuela, for sure. There's a lot of chatter about Caracas nannies: they're excellent cooks, they do a great job of imparting the Spanish language on the kids, and their country is awash in oil reserves, so you don't have to give them gas money." Venezuelan nannies: big in '09. You heard it here first.

Wanted: Tibetan Nannies [NYO]
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<![CDATA[The Most Pretentious Baby Name Ever]]> Nearly 4000 of you voted for our most pretentious baby name and, in a tight race, Dillinger prevailed with 26.6% and nearly 1000 votes. Congratulations to Gawker commenter The Big Doggy, who should immediately hang out a shingle and start charging idiot parents $200 a pop to name their tykes. He's an award-winning nomenclature consultant, after all. Nice work, everyone, thanks for participating.

Choose The Ultimate Pretentious Baby Name

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<![CDATA[Choose The Ultimate Pretentious Baby Name]]> Our panel of experts has sorted through more than five hundred submissions, and now it's time for your vote. (It was hard; there were some amazing ones in there.) Help us select the most pretentious name that status-obsessed American parents might give to their offspring. Who knows? We may launch a whole new generation of Madisons or Brennans here! We know of one Gawker editor who is pulling hard for Gingerly, but the choice is yours. Democracy rules!

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<![CDATA[It's Almost Pretentious Baby-Naming Time!]]> So after much deliberation we've selected the finalists for Gawker's Pick The Most Pretentious Baby Name Consultant Contest 2007. We'll put up a poll tomorrow, but we wanted to share some of the runners-up, names that came close but didn't quite contain the je ne sais quoi one looks for in a totally twatty midget moniker. Also, we'll give you one more shot: If you've got a name that you think deserves inclusion in the poll, put it in the comments: It might just make the finals!

Your runners-up: Luxman, Dodger, Amaranth, Arcadia, Clooney, Trench, Hegemony, Crimson, Lexston, Gingerly, Setanta, Søren, Pembroke, Lumiere, Dulcimer, Fayemus, Elgin.

We're partial to Fayemus ourselves, but competition was tough. If you've got anything better, give it a shot.

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<![CDATA[Help Stupid Americans Name Their Children]]> We were heartened by the discussion over at that "Here's some money, name my baby" post. But then we thought to ourselves, hey, this could be a potential career for someone! So here's the deal: Submit your most pretentious (but plausible) baby name, either via e-mail or in the comments section. We'll take the five best and put them to a test of the Gawker audience. The winner will then be able to set him or herself up as an "award-winning nomenclature consultant," with all the fame and fortune that such a lofty designation ensues. Remember, try and give us something that the kind of schmuck who pays $50 for a list of names pulled out of a book would actually fall for: "Ralph" (pronounced Ra-Fay) works, "Scottwaffle" less so. And don't be afraid to share stories of pretentiously-named babies you know. We want to share little Gramercy's story with the world! Let's go, kids, here's your shot at the big time.

Earlier: Americans Now Too Stupid To Name Own Children

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<![CDATA[Americans Now Too Stupid To Name Own Children]]> Self-obsessed parents-to-be have one more thing to worry about: What to name the little testament to themselves once Mommy poops it out. You don't want your little angel to be like every other Madison in her class. The solution? Baby-naming consultants.

Last fall, John Bentham, 36, a Las Vegas theater producer, and his wife, Shannon, 29, who runs a nonprofit foundation, says they felt "enormous pressure" to find a strong-sounding boy name. "I wanted a name that would look good on a marquee or a political banner," Mrs. Bentham says. Though they had agreed on the letter "j," none of the names they came up with — Jude, Julian, Jake, Jason, or John Jr. — seemed original enough. They hired Ms. Walker and Mr. Reyes, who produced an 11-page list of possibilities, including Jackson. In March, the Benthams welcomed little Jackson Dean into the world.
Walker and Reyes are a couple who offer "name consultations and workshops," and charge you fifty dollars a pop to help make sure that your Paolo isn't some pedestrian Paul. One California woman dropped nearly $500 to have a numerologist make sure the name she chose had "positive associations." Parents of America, we implore you: Save your money for the nursing home you're going to need when your offspring, bitter about a lifetime of "Anderson"ness, refuses to take you in during your declining years.

The Baby-Name Business [WSJ]

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