Did I die or Something???

The other day I was at Walmart aka Hell, and I realized that the hotmessery that was going on made me want to conduct a blogatory blast and then... it hit me... i haven't blogged about foolery in like 78 years! Did I die or Something??? When the fuck did I get the memo that it's ok for me to just neglect my favorite means of talkin madd shit son? Anyhoo... That terrible place and the muffin tops, fupas, dirty kids and slow-moving old ppl have long gone from my memory... well.. i went to target to get my mind off of the horrible possibilities of a stroll thru walmart. Now i'm onto more important issues... so, i recently had a baby right?... a girl one this time... and, although i never knew i could be this way, i've become this pink, bow, tutu loving freak who cannot fathom my little princess out and about without an amazingly cute outfit on... or at least a fairly cute outfit with a bow on her pretty little head. so.... here's the thing... my baby looks like a girl, even without the bow... but some baby girls don't... Cut to me in the elevator of the mall with my toddler man at my side and my princess facing outward in her baby bjorn... a woman gets on right after us pushing an empty stroller with one hand and holding a child on the oposite hip... she says "oh look (insert unisex baby name here)! look at the pretty baby! say ba-by.." the kid's like a year old... approaching 2 maybe? kind of tall foe that age, but not talking and not coordinated well enough to be any older. (yes i judge ppl and their children on things such as motor skills, speech and overall appearance). i'm working on being a less horrible person, so i smile at the baby and then i notice that he's wearing a multi-colored striped shirt... and one of the colors is pink. wtf?! y would u put that on ur little boy??? the pink wasn't dominant, but so what?! then we get to the little play area (because in oc a lot of moms don't work so they need play areas everywhere, including the fucking shopping mall... which works for me in this case so let's just glaze over that...) and the little boy is 1. taller than i thought and better not be too far past a year old with those wobbly walking skills, and 2. totally wearing a pair of royal blue jeggings!!!!!!!! no! NO!... i think u see where i'm going with this... he's a fucking girl! a bald-headed ass little girl! and altho i get that some babies don't get a lot of hair in their early years, U BETTER PUT A BOW ON THAT MUTHA FUCKA! a bow, a headband, some barrets, a fuckin lace-front.. i don't care! ur baby's bald and looks like a.... baby.. no sex... put something on her head that keeps her from looking like the youngest contestant on ru paul's drag race! i know, i know, the pink in the shirt, the dumb ass pants... NOT ENOUGH! if u have a t-shirt and jeans (no matter what color) on ur bald little girl, she will look like a girly boy.. and that ain't coo. get it together ppl!