6 Things Pretentious Parents Do

I don’t mean things cool as fuck parents, such as myself (BAHAHA!) do. Like drink. And say words like “fuck.” Be honest about shit and write blogs about our terribly mundane lives. I mean things pretentious parents do. I like to call them the ass-wipers.

The ass-wipers are the parents that baby their children well into adulthood. That wipe asses way past potty training. They are the helicopter parents and the parents that blame all of their children’s shortcomings on other people. They are the SOAPs (Summertime Overachieving Parents), as well as the all-times-of-the-year OAPs. They are the people that tell other parents what to do; that are bitching about Octomom stripping; that look down on others with passive aggressive statements like “oh … we don’t [insert activity] …”

As the weeks of overindulgence in summertime community activities continues, I can see now that they all do some very core things the same. All of them; every one of them does at least the following six things:

Share Chicken and Rice Recipes

Before I started homeschooling a few years ago, we had started off with parochial school. For those not familiar, that means run by Catholics, prayers between lessons, and shit. It’s the bridge between 50 kids crammed into one public classroom and uber-private $18K a year school.

The school had each teacher send home a monthly newsletter, on which the pretentious parents had a “corner” to talk about stuff, share information, etc. As one of two room moms, I had no interest in spending time on this so asked the other room mom (the Queen of the Pretentious Parents) to do it. Every month she gathered information from other parents and shared it there; and every damn month after the next, included was a recipe for chicken and rice. Sometimes it seemed like this was all the people could talk about – their damn variations on chicken and rice.

Respond To Everything With “Do You Love It?”

Conversation overheard between two pretentious parents, yesterday morning:

“So how was your weekend?”

“Oh, it was okay … Dill came home from work early Friday so we had a little extra time together.”

“Did you love it?”

“I did. We went on a date night to this new fusion place – I had a cranberry martini.”

“Oh, I bet you loved it.”

“What about you?”

“Parker went camping with his brothers so it was just me and the kids. We ran errands, went to a movie.”

“What movie?”

“Oh the new Ice Age. It’s a little wild for the kids but I figured ‘what the hey!’”

“I bet they loved it.”

“And then we ran some errands and I got those new U Kotex tampons.”

“Do you love them?”

I’m not even shitting you – every other phrase out of their mouths faithful blog followers.

Wipe Asses – Everywhere

Now I’ve been known to carry those disposable wipey things with me. They come in handy when I don’t want to look like we haven’t bathed in weeks. But pretentious parents earn their subtitle of “ass-wipers” for a reason, that being they are constantly wiping, anything and everything.

The fundamental reason why people get sick so much now is because of these people. They are constantly over washing, over sanitizing, and over-wiping everything down, removing not only the bad germs but the good germs. Ironically, these are the people that think breastfeeding in a public pool is acceptable – where milk and all of the bacteria, viruses, and fungi within it can mix with the water to contaminate other people.

My point is that the pretentious parents are not only over wiping, but in doing so overprotecting. They are the helicopter parents whose kids can’t wipe their asses themselves – both literally and figuratively.

Bring Their Digital Cameras With the Huge Zoom Lens and Snap 10,000 Photos

I’m not one to bag on people for having hobbies, or for taking pictures of their kids. But when I’m trying to take a few shots with my little HTC EVO, or God forbid my Nikon, it gets pretty damn annoying when these pretentious parents are knocking over everything and stepping in front of everyone to get their large zoom lens in the right angle (messing up everyone else’s shots) so as to create 10,000 copies of the most precious image of their little gem.

Of course if they didn’t, then they wouldn’t be able to enter their kid in those Cute Baby Gap contests and then ask you to vote every day for a month and a half for their kid, right? That’s besides the point, though.

Pretentious parents are always the ones who seem to have thought that because they could buy a digital camera they both (a) are now professional photographers, and (b) can and should turn everything into a photo shoot. This makes it difficult for cool as fuck, relatively mediocre, parents such as myself, though – because not only does it make my kid think I’m a dick that doesn’t care, but also gets in the way of being able to make my own memories.

Call the Poor Doctor For Every Single Sneeze and Scratch

Recently, Little Pookie fell and scratched her leg. It was a typical scratch. It wasn’t deep; I cleaned it and put Neosporin on it. End of story. Then on the way into her science camp, she was talking about the scratch and another pretentious parent said “did the doctor make it all better?” She responded “my mom did!” And the woman, looking horrified, said “you didn’t take her to the doctor?!?!?”

This is an extreme example, but I can’t tell you how many times I have seen friends that rush their kid to the doctor for every single sneeze, cough, or runny nose. And the antibiotic over usage is astounding. I’m no doctor, but I know what ours has said – sometimes a sneeze is just a sneeze and nothing more.

Convince Themselves They Enjoy Housework

Were any of you around when I talked about Hello Kitty Toaster and I getting into an argument about housework? She isn’t even a parent yet, but you’d better believe that when she is one she is going to be a pretentious parent. The crux of the argument was that she said she enjoyed doing housework. Not the house being clean afterwards, but doing it.

Pretentious parents, and future pretentious parents, seem to be the masters at convincing themselves that they love doing housework. And why wouldn’t they? They have to enjoy what they do otherwise they will be miserable.

I’m perfectly fine with embracing my misery though. Cleaning up after the ungrateful slobs that live in our house is not fun. I hate it. Cooking healthy and delicious meals for them to either scarf it down like feeding time at the barnyard, or throw it in the trash and say it’s gross without trying it – well, that is just absolute bullshit too. I can’t stand these pretentious parents that claim they love cooking and love cleaning and “oh please, can you give me some more laundry to fold?!” And what is worse about this is that anyone who is honest – God forbid that – is called a jerk by these pretentious-everything-shits-roses-parents for doing so.

I call bullshit on all this pretentious parenting. From the ass wiping to the 10,000 photographs of the bastard kid standing in front of a flower. Let’s get back to cool as fuck parenting, like I had when I was little. My Little Ponies on TV and my mom always bitching about how my dad acted like she was a slave. Meals other than chicken and rice every night and being told to brush it off and carry on every time I fell and scraped my knee. Those were good times; better times you might say.


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  2. camilla

    Your writing is hilarious and I love your blog, but in this post I feel like your definition of pretentious is rich- and that’s some stupid idea that most supposed “middle class” people come up with. Sorry if I’m mistaken, but that’s just the impression your writing gave me.

    1. Heather Christena Schmidt


      That is a very interesting take on my post. Most of the people that I know that are pretentious parents actually are quite poor and/or middle class. For example, the most non-pretentious people I know have housecleaners because they have the money to, and don’t pretend one iota that they enjoy doing housework; whereas, the ones who are doing it themselves also admit that they wouldn’t have the money to were they to not enjoy vacuuming and dusting and cleaning toilet so much. I will have to reread my post, though, to look for that…

      Thanks so much for your comment 🙂

      1. camillaguo

        Thanks for clearing that up! 😀
        I’ll definitely continue to follow your blog 🙂

      2. camillaguo

        p.s. I love that you reply to all the comments- and so quickly too!

      3. Heather Christena Schmidt

        Thanks!! I just feel like if people can take the time to comment, I can take the time to respond. When I was Freshly Pressed it was a little overwhelming to keep up with though hahaha

  3. Smaktakula

    Did I love it? And how!
    Pretentious parents are assweasels. It’s worse if they’re in your family.

    1. Heather Christena Schmidt

      You are so right – it IS worse if they are in your family. Also, you have been promoted to “best commenter” for the term ‘assweasels.’

    2. Mari

      Assweasels….hehe…new word of the day 😉

  4. AmyH

    this is great 🙂

    1. Heather Christena Schmidt

      Haha, thanks!

  5. rich

    better times, yes. swimming in rivers, drinking from a hose. no purell and personal water bottles. that’s why my immune system can kick your immune system’s ass. not you personally, you know what i mean.

    1. Heather Christena Schmidt

      People don’t drink out of hoses anymore? Damn shame..

  6. Curly Carly

    Oh and one more thing…kind of related. A friend of mine was recently at her parents house with her family and dog. She came out of a bedroom, gently shut the door and asked the mom to please be quiet because the DOG was napping. That one left me speechless.

  7. Curly Carly

    I loved this and I don’t even have kids yet. I think the pretentiousness is easier to spot from this view. Now that a lot of people my age have started having kids, I find myself mourning the loss of so many once-normal people. But of course I can’t say anything because I “don’t know what it’s like” yet. True, but I was a kid and my parents didn’t blink an eye after an injury unless it was obvious that a trip to the ER was needed.

    1. Heather Christena Schmidt

      Yeah, God forbid you make any sort of comment from an objective perspective! The dog nap had me rolling on the floor last night, literally – so fucking bizarre.

    2. Mari

      Agree. It’s annoying to see people who were once pretty laid back & cool magically morph into obnoxious, entitled and downright boring “superparents”. Comments like “you’ll understand when you have your own” and “my kids come before everything” really blow my mind, because such remarks almost always come from the shittiest parents around.

  8. transparentguy

    My children have consumed enough dirt and bacteria to be immune to most everything on the planet and maybe most of the moons of Jupiter.

    1. Heather Christena Schmidt

      That is amazing and wonderful and you are an awesome parent. They will have immune systems fifteen fold to that of their peers ten years from now!

  9. jimcolv

    Too many soft, punk ass parents these days. Too much ass wiping and not enough ass whipping if you ask me. I saw it all day today and will post my experience in a blog in the near future. But I’ll tell you, it feels great to be back in the USA. I wouldn’t want to be miserable anywhere else in the world.

    1. Heather Christena Schmidt

      YES! Punk asses!! And glad you feel good to be back!!

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