Rockstarism #215 – Talking About Fight Girls Club

#215

So I’m chatting on WhatsApp with a girlfriend and of course with anything that seems to have my attention, Rockstar has to come see…

Rockstar: What’s (my friend whose son he knows) saying?

Me: That he doesn’t like some girl.

Rockstar looks mildly approving and nods like he’s been there.

Me: Are you telling me you approve?

Rockstar: Yeah! 

Me: You’ve got to be kidding. And I suppose you now like (my friend’s son) more because he doesn’t like some girl??

Rockstar: Yeah! What’s her name? Ask your friend ask your friend!

Me: What, so you can immediately agree you don’t like her because she brings dolls to school or something?

Rockstar: Yeah!! Dolls are disgusting. They get moldy. What’s her name? Gone on, ask!

Me: No!!

Rockstar: Hee Hee Hee.

Me: <sarcastic> And so finally he sees the light. (I mean my friend’s son).

Rockstar: Yeah! <still looking pleased> 

Me: When you grow up and go to work, that attitude is a walking harassment suit waiting to happen.

Rockstar: I’m fine with that.

Me: You don’t even know what that means.

Rockstar: It means (someone else) doesn’t like girls. 

Me: A girl. And I suppose that makes everything else acceptable.

Rockstar: Yup.

So terrible ok, I bet now he’s happy to play more with his new friend just because he thinks they see eye-to-eye on more things <roll eyes> And btw I’ve asked him how he’s dealing with the fact I’m a girl. 

Rockstar: I only don’t like little girls. Not <pause> old girls.

Parenting just gets better and better.

We don’t even see eye-to-eye on tattoos. Those are child-sized “tattoo-sleeves” from G.O.D. and I wanted to get them for future Halloween parties. Absolutely refused. All he’d let me get was the picture. Humph. I suppose he’s going to go in some hideous cheap over-sized thing again this year…