What kind of fucked up people have “gender reveal parties”. Seriously. What the hell is this stuff? You’re literally “celebrating” if your unborn child has a penis or vagina. Why are you celebrating unborn genitals? How fucking weird and perverted is this?
What if I threw a party all about my daughter’s vagina. Where we all gathered around, and drank alcohol, had some appetizers, and talked about my infant daughter’s vagina. That’d be weird, right? You’d be concerned about why I’m throwing a party to talk about an infant child’s genitals, right? One might even want to look into if I’m a child sex predator – you know, because I’m TALKING ABOUT AN INFANT’S GENITALS.
Yet, millions of people a year seem to just LOVE these parties.
Personally, my favourite is when they set up some super elaborate thing to blow up and spray blue or pink whatever into the atmosphere. Then, it all goes horribly wrong, and someone ends up dead. Frankly, that’s one less idiot on this earth.
Hey Earl! Let’s make a 50lb home-made bomb, with absolutely no knowledge or training around explosives, then we’ll set it off. Reminds me of the Simpson’s bit – celebrate your nation’s independence by blowing up a small part of it.
I swear, you’ll never catch me at one of these fucking things.