Wednesday, July 14, 2010


Kim Kardashian recently got blasted (by Demi Moore of all people) via a Twitter war about using the term "ghetto." But I think that's because Kim used it like it was cool, like "that party was all ghetto" as if "ghetto" is cool rather than a stark, sad reality in many of our country's largest cities.

So if you're reading, Demi, and let's face it, you seem to spend an inordinate amount of time on electronic technology so you just might be, I mean it in the real sense of the word. The girls wanted to have a picnic, but they didn't want to go to the park. They didn't want to have one on our deck overlooking the squatter hippies (and who can blame them?) and they didn't want to have one at our friend's house who is fortunate enough to have a back yard.

Hence, off to the sidewalk in front of our condo we went. Which just struck me as sort of low rent. Like we're just one step (barely) above the aforementioned surly hippie squatters. (Oh, someone asked why we don't call the police. The police, alderman, Humane Society, ASPCA and a host of other authorities have been alerted to no avail. A woman in the neighborhood with some connections -- unlike me -- is leading the charge and I'm pretty sure she's working up the channels and Obama himself will soon be alerted to the situation. She is actually a radio personality and said she's doing a piece on it soon. If there is a tape of it, I will certainly link as she's hilarious about the whole situation).

But back to our unfortunate picnic. There is a new, somewhat popular restaurant that opened next to us with outdoor seating. I kept feeling the clientele looking at us pitifully, like "Look at those poor children relegated to sitting on the hard sidewalk eating graham crackers for dinner!" I almost wanted to start begging them for bites of their entrees or if they could spare a french fry for the girls for effect.

Speaking of which, I've decided the only snacks I will bring to the park are fruits and vegetables. No more crackers! No more yogurt melts! No more heroin! (Um, can't you take a joke?) So now I get the Spanish Inquisition every time they want a snack:

Them: I want a snack.
Me: Okay, I have carrots, banana and green beans.
Them: Do you have a cereal bar?
Me: No, I have carrots, banana and green beans.
Them: Do you have graham crackers?
Me: No, I have carrots, banana and green beans.
Them: Do you have Elmo crackers?
Me: No, I have carrots, banana and green beans.
Them: Do you have animal crackers?
Me: No, I have carrots, banana and green beans.
Them: Do you have cookies?
Me: No, I have carrots, banana and green beans.
Them: Do you have pretzels?
Me: No, I have carrots, banana and green beans.

Okay, I think you get the point.

This could go on anywhere between 10 minutes to an hour. Yesterday after quizzing me for about 30 minutes, Lulu looked at me and said: "Is this a funny game?" and I said, "No, I have carrots, banana and green beans."

Then she asked to search my bag "just in case" there were crackers in there. Would you believe she f@#$ing found an old squashed-up Earth's Best Strawberry Cereal Bar in some random pocket of the bag I forgot existed which has escalated the whole freaking process because now she never believes when I say I don't have a certain snack item?

Anyway, my point here is: Is it time I pack it up and move to the suburbs so my kids are not destined to having picnics on our city sidewalks while onlookers look at them with sympathy? I hate to admit it, but I might miss our terminally high, illegally parked neighbors and their alley-mates who like to set off an explosive or two. Or at least the idea of them. You won't find that in Naperville, Ill., I'm pretty sure.


  1. i think city living would be adventurous and exciting, but it seems as though your city living isn't working out. a move to the suburbs for a bit could be fun. a new adventure. you can always move back, right? demi needs to get a job and get off twitter. isn't she supposedly an actress or something? take care.

  2. didn't demi complain about Kim using the term "pimp", not ghetto...I realize that's not the point

  3. When we lived in NYC, we had low rent picnics in places like that also. I say ask the restaurant clientele for a glass of wine instead of a fry! So much more effective...

  4. Oh, once your integrity has been compromised by them finding something you swore you didn't have, there's no going back, is there? From now on, their favorite shirt will never be truly dirty, cup they must use will always be where they say it is, and you will always have secret fruit snacks somewhere--just as long as they're persistent enough. I've been down this road too.

    I don't know--we have a backyard and it may not be all it's cracked up to be. I might prefer a sidewalk picnick where we may or may not be able to score wine and french fries.