The Devil and Miss Pram

A few weeks ago, while drinking at a somewhat posh East Village bar, I noticed a young couple approach the front door pushing what appeared to be your everyday, run-of-the-mill stroller. As they drew nearer, I saw that the toddler had sitting beneath him his younger sibling, strapped into his own little hammock that was attached to the underside of the stroller. All I could think was, “What the fuck?”

C'mon Park Slop mothers! Why do these New York moms raise multiple children in the city and throw away $200 on strollers that are designed to give their kids neurotic tendencies? Isn’t being raised in NYC hard enough?

Do they even wonder if they are consigning their children to a fate of thousands of dollars spent on psychological treatment so that they can finally admit, “Well, my parents did always like my older sibling best”? Perhaps the wee infant doesn’t know it yet, but methinks smacking his older brother right on top of him for the first months of his life does not bode well for his place in the family hierarchy come the terrible twos. Talk about being forced to take a back seat.

Comments

[Nevdja]

What an utterly stupid fucking article. Haven't you ever seen these things on the streets of new york? Open your crusted over eyes. People have babies and they have to stroll them around. Are you jealous because yo mama put you in a pillow case, slung you ovah her shoulder, and walked to the corner chinese market where she paid big bucks for a tomato. Gey our of your Volvo and walk a few blocks with the rest of us normal Americans.

[Michelle K]

I bet that stroller cost way more than $200. A lot of MUCH less fancy ones start at $200. I'm guessing that nutbar assembly was around $500.

[Peter Eichenberger]

I know the stroller story is old news, but... Best use for one of those, those things was in post apocalypse New Orleans. I was hunkered down in my flood-bike salvage project operation at Common Round - 26k in the ninth, and up rolls this gritty road hippie. He had built a dandy trailer from a sawed off length of smashed aluminum ladder, a swivel off on of those silly Flabmster thingies gathering dust in just about every porky Yewessian's (as in US)corner and an axle set off one of those monstrous strollers. He was hauling bags of ready mix. See, there is good in everything. Send CG a check.

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