You’ve seen it.
The hair either a: wrapped up in a scarf. b: under one of those sleeping caps or c: a hot mess.
The t shirt( oversized) or tank top( dirty).
The pajama bottoms ( with cartoon characters).
And the Pièce de résistance: the dirty house slippers.
You’ve seen this NOT in someone’s house.
You’ve seen this at your local Walmart, Target, grocery store, or street.
These young people just don’t care.
I mean, is it just me? Am I the only one offended?
Or am I just getting old?
What happened to all that advice our Mama’s drilled in our heads?
“When you go out, wash your face, brush your teeth, at least put that hair in a nice pony tail. Put on some decent clothes. And clean draws. you never know…”
It’s bad enough we’ve got these young boys walking around with their 5 sizes too small pants hanging around their knees.
But now, our females don’t care either???
What happened to caring about how you look?
When did it become “IN” to look like, excuse my french, SHIT?
I had a 17 year old patient the other night. She showed up, unwashed( just imagine that in labor will you…), in a dirty too big t shirt, sponge bob square pants pajama bottoms, old dirty nasty house shoes, bad breath and hair under a bonnet.
Her boyfriend: He himself was clean. But his clothes were not. His too small jeans were around his knees and I had the pleasure of seeing his backside every time he so much as moved.
Their friends: a variety of the same.
I was soooooooooo disgusted. I had to ask: why? Why the pajama bottoms? Why the bonnet? It’s not like she was in that much pain when she arrived. Her water broke: no labor.
Her answer: *stupid giggle* it’s cute!!!
The ignorance, the sheer ignorance everyone really got to me. This little girl (and that’s what she was) had no concept that coming out the house without washing yo ass and/or in your night clothes was an offense. Neither did her friends. They had no concept of grooming. Of looking nice just for the sake of it.
I couldn’t take it. Luckily, she delivered quickly and I sent her to postpartum.
But the conversation I had with these CHILDREN upset me. These are the parents of Pookah’s generation. These are the parents of children he could end up going to school with. That he could be influenced by.
WHAT THE HELL???
Where are THEIR parents??
This generation has me a little scared. It’s not just the clothes and lack of grooming that continues to bother me. It’s the sheer ignorance. Not stupidity. These children aren’t stupid. They are quite smart. But ignorant. They don’t know basic stuff that a mother or aunt or grandmother or father or uncle or brother should be teaching them. What happened? What is happening?
Whatever it is, I’m tired of it.
I feel like Marvin Gaye:
Make me wanna holler and throw up both my hands.
Cause this is some BULLSHIT ya’ll. REALLY.