Nebulous Mooch

There must be something wrong with me. I probably didn’t have to tell you that, did I?

Seriously though, I question my normalcy because it seems to me that most people are really into contests. People will post about, Tweet about, or Face about (Is that how you refer to putting things on Facebook?) anything if it means they might win a $10 gift certificate to Walmart or a free Swiffer Wetjet mop.

I’m not complaining about this because of my theory about Walmart being owned by the Devil (he’s at least a majority shareholder) or because the Swiffer Wetjet is a sub par cleaning device made by evil little trolls (not that I anything against evil little trolls. Some of my best friends are evil little trolls.). I’m complaining because I don’t like being invited to post about pointless contests. If I really wanted a Swiffer Wetjet I’d go out and buy one. I wouldn’t enter a contest and hope that I’ll be the one person and five million to win. My floors are dirty because I wasn’t the lucky person who won that Swiffer Wetjet. Oh wait, my floors are dirty because I already have a Swiffer Wetjet and it’s a piece of crap.

Anyway, much to my surprise in a moment of temporary insanity I entered two contests yesterday. I won’t tell you what they were because I probably won’t win. The only thing I’ve ever won was … I can’t think of anything at all.

By the way Walmart and Swiffer Wetjet are not having any contests right now that I’m aware of so don’t go rushing over to their Facebook pages to enter. I just used them as random examples because I dislike them. Walmart, which was obviously created in the fiery depths of hell, is much worse than Swiffer. Swiffer is only mildly annoying because their mop leaves a streaky floor and their ads make it look like mopping is fun. Mopping has never been fun.

Sometimes when I go to my local grocery store I see a white family there who is raising a black girl. The girl is about five and every time I see them the girl’s skin looks all dry and ashy and her hair is dry and matted. I used to see families like this quite often when I went to college in Vermont and I always complained. If you’re going to adopt a child of a different ethnicity than yourself shouldn’t take some time to learn some simple things about how to care for that child. Can’t you see that your baby is ashy and something needs to be done about it? I just don’t understand.

In this day in age there are plenty of resources online to help white parents manage their black children’s hair. I look at some of these sites and they do a good job at explaining what to do about your child’s hair. My favorite site is Happy Girl Hair.

Today I was reading a post on Curly Nikki and she linked to a story about a white father who learned how to do his Ethiopian daughter’s hair. Even though he uses a plastic fork to make the parts he does a good job.