So, I’m looking at the timeline on my Twitter feed and I notice a pattern. Some of the entertainment updates have one mother getting kicked out of a gas station, one getting arrested, one slapping a parking attendant and getting arrested. You see, I was originally going to create a piece that questioned the breakdown of respect from our young people and as it percolated, I took to Twitter to relax. My brain often acts as a computer…while one idea is formulating, I turn my attention to something else and when I go back to the idea; it’s ready and waiting for distribution. This is part of the “Method to the Madness”. If I overthink something; POOF! the idea explodes into a million pieces of unrecognizable fluff and as I try to reconstruct these million pieces into one; they flow into my ‘brain vent’, causing it to clog and block. (Giggling) Get it? Writer’s block? (Deep sigh and eye roll) Okay, fine…you suck.*

But, what I’m getting at is when was the law passed that said if your child makes it to the ‘Bigs’ with basketball, singing, rapping, or any other form of high profile entertainment that you are issued a license to act an as? (yes, I know I spelled that wrong). We shake our heads at these parents that put their toddlers in full makeup to parade in front of judges like mini versions of Miss America because we know that most of them are doing it to live through their children. We’ve all seen it or even done it ourselves.

“I couldn’t do it, but I know Jr. will.”

These children are pushed and prodded into success that may never come and the few that are able to squeeze through that smallest fracture of measurement to be put in the limelight, have to turn around and deal with the person that should be the biggest supporter in their lives. I know that as adults we often have to look into the future because we know that we will have tough decisions to make when it comes to the welfare, health, and care of our parents. But, when you’re a person that can put the money (plus more) to the side to assist you with those decisions and know that you and your parents will have a very comfortable retirement/last chapter of life...how do handle your mother paparazzi, television mugshot, and/or cell phone video mishaps?

My apologies. I just can not fathom the idea of my mother (God rest her beautiful soul), walking around slapping people, getting put out of places, getting arrested, and then asking people with indignation, “Do you have any idea who my daughter is? Enjoy your last day of work.” Um, okay; now that I think about it…that was a lie. If Ms. Fannie felt disrespected (beautiful soul or not) she was going to let you know…big time.

But, it’s as if the ‘home-training’ that these celebrities received growing up was completely depleted from the source. Now, you may say…well, Kim what if they were raised by their grandparents? Well, guess what? They should have left momma wherever she was and took Na Na with them to Hollywood.

Seriously, who gave these women permission to act a d@mn fool because their child exceeded the norm? I’m not saying to put these women in some sort of etiquette program, but with all those millions of dollars; you would think that they would want to show some class instead of showing people how ridiculous a person can get when you add zeros to someone’s net worth.

KJ

*Article Disclaimer: No, you don’t really suck.