InASense, Lost… Baby Stripper Shoes?

File this one under, “Are You Fucking Kidding Me?”  This picture pretty much says it all (if you didn’t believe this post’s title):

heelarious

Glass bottomed heels are optional.

So okay, high heels aren’t specifically “stripper shoes,” but they definitely are in poor taste and bad judgment when you put them on an infant.  It’s as bad as putting writing on the back of actual baby shorts and sweatpants.  Moms – little girls aren’t your living dolls, accessories, or Chihuahuas… they’re new people.  New human beings.  Full of life and potential.  I’m not saying it’s a sure path to coke-whoring despair, but there are better options.

See how these moms react:

I could go on and on about how this idea may be the worst thing since:

Only a Dad would buy this shirt

Only a Dad would buy this shirt

But my explanations would sway no one and only come across as redundant to your reactions.

That’s why should I happen to have a daughter of my own, I’m going to raise her to trust no one.  I’ll encourage her to be a little reporter and investigator, and she’ll come home and tell me all the things she’s uncovered.  We’ll create journals and files and collect news clippings.  That way my daughter will be a little more Veronica Mars than Gossip Girl

Or super seriously paranoid.

Maybe I shouldn’t be a parent…

In My Brain While Sleeping… Three Kinds Of Dream Chases

Last night was one of those “I can’t wait to get to bed” nights.  I was out past 3am, which according to daylight savings time was really 4am.  The dreams I had in store for me all had to do with chasing, and well… they were good, bad, and ugly.

THE GOOD CHASE (CAREER)

Google him sometime.  Tons of funny pics.

Google him sometime. Tons of funny pics.

Somehow I managed to get backstage at the Tonight Show with Conan O’Brien.  There I met his four writers.  That was all he had.  That was all he could trust.  After the show, he came back to meet me.  One of the writer’s had suggested that he’d take me on board as a writer, based on this very blog you’re reading (there’s no humility in dreams, I guess).  He said he’d take a chance on me, but first I’d have to pass a test.  What happened next primarily included the four writers, Conan, and myself playing all kinds of picnic games in the park.  I passed (whatever the test was… maybe to have fun?) and was acknowledged as a staff writer.  I was nervous at first about creating new ideas, but once I started mixing it up by ad-libbing with the others, I knew I had found home.

THE BAD CHASE (GOSSIP STORY)

Google Paramore. Not as many funny pics as Conan.

Google Paramore. Not as many funny pics as Conan.

I don’t know if it was while I was working on the show or not, but there was a rumor going around that a musician did something bad.  No one would say what the musician did, or who it was.  After much deliberation (was I a gossip site reporter?), I found out it was Hayley Williams, lead singer of the rock band Paramore.  I never found out what she did, though.

THE UGLY CHASE (DON’T LET HIM GET ME!)

Can I stop dreaming about this please?

BONUS: DOUCHEBAG CHACE

I don't know for sure if Chace Crawford is a DB, but... yeah, he probably is.

I don't know for sure if Chace Crawford is a DB, but... yeah, he probably is.