Should we really let “society” determine when it is and is not appropriate to get a nice buzz on? The answer is categorically yes, if there were no guardrails on my consumption I would have been dead years ago, but I do bend the rules from time to time, and aside from when I didn’t have a license for 6 months, Daddy likey the results! Here’s a list of my top ten… let’s not say problematic… UNCONVENTIONAL alcoholic exploits that I have gotta say really worked out for me.
“My End-of-Year” Reviews at Work
SO WHAT if I channeled my inner Don Draper by slurpin’ some scotch before my performance reviews? I’m a classy fella! And goddammit, I think I performed WONDERFULLY this year. But yes I was fired. Which, funnily enough, was not on the table until my performance review…
“That Marathon I Got Peer Pressured Into Running”
Hey, I know my limits, and I CANNOT run a marathon. So like any responsible adult, I knocked back a couple of cold ones, sprinted the first mile (I felt invincible), puked, passed out, drank some gatorade. rallied, and made it to the bar by 2 pm. Did not come close to finishing the race.
“Therapy”
Look, therapy is all about opening up and being vulnerable. Coincidentally, that’s what alcohol does. But according to respectable society, “never the two shall meet…” until now, motherfuckers.
“My Court Date”
Ok, so I’m not legally allowed to discuss what I did, but all I’ll say is that I had the liquid courage to deliver the defense of the CENTURY. And yes, I did represent myself. Still waiting for the jury to deliver their… oh what? I’m super guilty? Well that makes sense…
“Open Climb” at My Friend’s Gym”
We all have that one friend who moved to a city without any hobbies and naturally fell into rock climbing. And it’s only a matter of time before that friend invites you to an “open climb” where you can watch them pretend to be a badass for 45 minutes. My advice to you? Rip a 40 on the train there.
“Pottery Class”
Naturally, wheel-throwing with midwestern moms and a homeschooler named Phoenix trying to fulfill his art credit calls for a vino vibe. So let’s get that Josh flowin’ ladies! Plus, Phoenix needs some driving hours for his learner’s permit, so he can be our D.D.!
“My TED Talk on Bees”
They say to trust your training, and my training involved hitting a dive bar on the way to my own Ted talk. So yeah. It might be the least coherent ted talk ever, but it’s also the MOST viewed. And THAT’S good television. What’s up? It’s not on TV? dammit. Sorry bees.
“Chaperoning My Kid’s Field Trip to the Zoo”
There are indisputable truths in life, and one of them is that uncrustables taste wayyyy better after you’ve ripped a 40 right before snacktime on a fourth-grade field trip to the zoo. Sure, I might’ve screamed at the Giraffes for giving me body issues (they’re so tall and skinny) but at least the booze buzz made my son’s friend KYLE wayyyy more tolerable. Cuz lemme tell ya, that kid sucks. like a LOT.
“That Flashmob that Also Doubled As My Brother’s Proposal”
Before you accuse me “not studying the choreography at all,” and “hip-checking that old lady down a flight of concrete stairs,” I just wanna say that my moves ROCKED. I mean, have you ever seen someone down an entire margarita tower and then completely ruin a proposal? Seriously, have you? My brother’s not speaking to me and I’m embarrassed… I need help…
“My Friend Jerry’s Improv 101 Graduation”
Sure, everyone gets a lil’ tipsy at comedy shows. But only real pros know that clubs DON’T sell booze at 9:30 in the fucking morning, which, as you might’ve guessed, is when they host IMPROV 101 GRADUATION. So naturally, I had to take matters into my own hands and toast my friend Jerry with a bottle of warm champagne that I chugged by myself in the uber to the venue. And lemme tell ya, Jerry was SO funny. I think. Actually, I don’t really remember the show.

I don’t care how many kids you have, that’s just funny.
Every parent I know loves this movie for some reason. I don’t get it. Ya’ll just decided to ignore the fact that one of the main characters is a dead kid in a cat’s body? But Georgie getting eaten by Pennywise is “triggering?” I guess having a kid gives you a super weird method for picking and choosing.
Here’s another one that gets a pass for some reason. Frankenstein straight-up murders a little girl and tosses her into a river, yet you’ll always find this movie in the “Family Frights” section of streaming services. Maybe it’s so slow and black & white that parents just fall asleep by that point in the movie?
The only thing moms love more than children living is John Krasinski. The dude could have done a smug look to camera right as the kid got snatched and the movie would still make $340,000,000.
Oh, it’s a BRUTAL child death, and they HATE it, but they see that A24 logo, and their desperation to still feel “hip” and “with it” just barely wins out.
Too much room for interpretation here. “Well, they’re not dead, they’re just in a snow globe!” Yeah, and my grandma isn’t dead, she’s just in a box in the ground.
Breeders can’t handle this one because a child accidentally drowning is “Too real.” What is it about having a baby that makes you forget films need an inciting incident? You can still watch “Bambi,” right? Even though it’s sad when Bambi’s mom gets shot? Well, this is just like that, only in reverse, and then things get worse. Cinema!
Lighten up, it’s not like he knew he was stabbing his wife and son. He thought it was a hunchback! This could happen to anybody.
Just when you thought it was safe to enjoy a classic movie with your friends now that their newborn is finally sleeping through the night, all of a sudden it’s all “Oh my god I forgot the kid dies in this I can’t watch!” You forgot about the Kintner boy? You forgot?! Wow, tell me you’re going to be shitty parents without telling me you’re going to be shitty parents.
“I just can’t see that and not think ‘What if that were my kid,” she said. “If that happens to your kid I hope the monster has better makeup” I replied. Then she kicked me out of her house.
You can’t have a blatant “Jaws” ripoff without a kid being eaten, just as sure as I can’t call my buddy Stew’s wife a drama queen or “bring weird movies over anymore.”
Oh, you won’t watch this but you’ll still call Eric Clapton “The greatest guitarist of all time?” Hypocrite.
All kidding aside I know you love your children more than anything in this world, but if the shit goes down and they turn on you, I pray you’ll have the wherewithal to do the right thing.
I can’t believe my non-childless adult friends were so triggered by this movie, it’s completely unrealistic! Look at how much blood pours down the tunnel slide after the clown eats into that kid’s brain. There wouldn’t really be that much blood, it’s a kid!
The “We love anything with John Krasinski” rule doesn’t apply here, even though this movie has two other actors from “The Office” and fucking Kenneth from “30 Rock.” Give me all the “You don’t understand, you don’t have kids” you want, I remember when they were home-schooled in the pandemic and you prayed for death.
Is the remake better than the original? Of course not, but it’s a fine zombie movie in its own right and it does have one-up on its predecessor—a zombie newborn! And my formerly cool but now child-rearing friends actually yelled “No!” when the lady shot that damned thing. It’s sad, but I think if their kid ever became a zombie they wouldn’t have what it takes to do what needs to be done.
If we live in a world where we can’t all laugh at something as stupid as a kid’s head flying into the air after he’s eaten by a “Dinocroc,” what’s the point of continuing the species?
It’s kind of insane that a movie this bad had the balls to not only break the child death taboo but then double down with a Xenomorph/Predator hybrid loose in a hospital baby ward. You have to laugh at that sort of audacity, which is what made my sister’s reaction, leaving the room to cry and check to make sure her sleeping baby was safe (spoiler, he WAS, duh,) completely unreasonable.
This sequel took a beating from critics and my lame-ass friends with kids alike, but I think it deserves some credit. Any old horror movie can kill a kid, but it takes moxie to show-not-just-tell that the dead kid is in hell, forever, all because her dad who loved her and wanted to protect her made the wrong decision. As people who decided to have a kid when we are clearly in the end times, I really thought my friends would respect such a bold choice.
There’s a lot to not like about this movie, but the kid accidentally shooting himself is an important statement on gun safety and frankly, my parental friends should be thanking me for bringing it to their attention.