What a load of crock!
Every time I watch that bloody movie and see this women
describe herself as, ‘practically perfect in every way’. I think to myself,
‘good for you Mary’, but damn you at the same time, and how far up your ass
does that coat hanger go? Honestly!
What kind of ideals is this women teaching children? I am
practically perfect in every way and you are not. I must see my face all at
once. Oh, and I can sing bird too! You children on the other hand are naughty,
messy and misbehaved. Never mind that's what children are suppose to be like so, let’s eat some sugar and snap our fingers,
children don't need fixing (which is true but sugar and finger snapping aint the way either).
Oh but it is such a lovely story about teaching the dad how
to chill the eff out. Well Mary, Dad has a high demanding job with a snotty
boss, a wife who wastes their money on maids and nannies. No wonder he is
tense, his hard earned cash is being used up on an activist wife with horrible
hair. Not to mention the bird feeding, supercalafragalistic more like
influenza.
The only good thing about that movie is the bloody dancing
penguins, because eff you Mary Poppins and your eyerolling.
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