As a parent, reading about something like this offends me:
NPR: Consumer Group Sues McDonald’s Over Happy Meal Toys
It sickens me how some people can so easily abdicate their responsibilities as parents, guardians, and teachers of the human beings they’ve consented to bring into this world. For example:
The group filed the class action suit on behalf of parents, including the plaintiff, who says she’s fed up with the pestering.
“Happy meals are among the those things frequently requested, and the first thing they ask me to do is open the toy,” [the plaintiff] said in a press conference today. “I’m really concerned about the health of my children, and I don’t think its OK to entice children to get Happy Meals with a toy,” she added.
Oh, would you please just fuck right off.
41 years old, and unable to tell her kid to shut his piehole because he’s not getting the meal he wants and the stupid toy he wants? It’s called parenting, you useless twat. You make the choices, you make a stand, you deal with the fallout, and you turn around and do it all over again whenever the next “crisis” erupts.
Do we really need lawyers to get involved with what should be a no-brainer bit of decision-making on the part of Mommy and/or Daddy? I’m quite capable of determining when and if I’ll take my kids to such an establishment, and whether or not they’ll get such a meal with its little toy. They don’t pester me about crap they see on TV…possibly because they don’t spend all their waking hours planted in front of the television while my wife and I are off doing other things besides carrying out our primary responsibilities as parents.
Another favorite bit:
The lawsuit asserts that under California’s consumer protection laws, McDonald’s toy advertising is deceptive. It targets children under 8 years old who don’t have the ability to understand advertising.
Deceptive? Happy Meals have been around for more than thirty years, and I know this because I was eating them in 1979 (the first Happy Meal promotion was tied into Star Trek: The Motion Picture, for those wondering). So, that’s one hell of a shitty stealth marketing campaign. Now, here’s the thing: I didn’t always get them when I asked for them. Why? Because my parents told me “No.” Do you know the word “No,” oh-stressed-out mom? I’ll bet your husband hears it all the time.
You know what’s changed since Happy Meals showed up to conquer the universe? Many of the kids who weren’t disciplined when they fucked up, who weren’t forced to do their homework before they could spend hours watching TV or playing video games, who weren’t grounded when they mouthed off or defied their parents in a public setting like a mall or restaurant, who weren’t required to do chores around the house in order to help out Mom or Dad…a lot of those little darlings are parents now, and they don’t know what the fuck they’re doing. They’ve completely screwed the pooch so far as their offspring are concerned, and they’re looking for someone to blame so that the heat’s off them for the very public and lasting failures they’ll soon be sending out into the world for the rest of us to deal with. So, they blame the Clown, and the siren’s call that comes blaring through the speaker every time they pull up to the drive-thru window in their SUV, mini-van, armored personnel carrier, or whatever.
For its part, McDonald’s has added healthier items to its menu in recent years, like apple slices, low-fat milk. But french fries still go into Happy Meals more than 90 percent of the time, Jacobson notes.
Yeah? And whose fault is that? Did the clerk push the fries into the bag while holding a Glock to the mom’s head?
I’ll make a confession: We take the kids to McDonald’s or Burger King every so often (once, maybe twice a month, as a treat). When we do get those meals, the kids get the milk and the apple slices to go with their little hamburger. Before all the would-be saviors come out of the woodwork and accuse me of abusing my children with such thoughtless conduct, I’ll also point out that my kids take regular gymnastics, ballet, and taekwondo classes. Addy’s teacher is jealous that Addy has better lats than she does. If anybody needs to worry about any weight gain issues at the Golden Arches, it’s me.
So, idiots like the ones who sign onto lawsuits like this need to nut up and do their jobs. That includes taking charge over what your demonspawn puts into his or her face. Oh, and feel free to kick them away from the TV and out into the yard to mow the lawn or wash the car once in a while, too. Stop being weak, and stop making it harder for those of us who take seriously our role as parents. You’re making us look bad.