Your STFU, Parents Summer Post For the Day

I LOVE STFU, Parents. If you're unfamiliar with this FANTASTIC entity, it is a "submission-based' public service' blog that mocks parent overshare on social networking sites." The above issue isn't something we haven't seen before: a mommy who hates the ice cream truck? Sounds like it might be a Park Slope parent to me. Though if Jennifer then went on to add that the only ice cream her child is allowed must be made with "milk and cream from organically-fed and hormone-free dairy cows raised within 50 miles of Brooklyn in barns built of reconstituted plastic bottles (in the shape and color of actual wood, so as not to frighten the cows with unfamiliar architecture)," then I'd DEFINITELY say it was Park Slope mommy. 

Breeder Hall of Shame: Not-So-Smiling Pizza

Image Via Urban Baby Blog

Recently a FIPS tipster slash baller was exiting her go-to Park Slope pizza joint when some shit went down between her and a breeder dad over his parenting skills and her accidental bumping of a door against his child. It ended with a call to the police. 

Here's her account: 

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No One Wants to Hear "SHIT PARK SLOPE PARENTS SAY"

The NY Daily News recently reported that a Park Slope mommy is collecting material to make her very own "Shit Park Slope Parents Say" video.

Please take a moment and let this fully sink in (but resist the urge to set your computer on fire. After all...it belongs to the company).

As if we need ANOTHER "Shit _____ Says" video. I actually can't fathom something less funny than Park Slope parents reciting their inane babbling in a quickly-clipped internet video that will for sure not have Juliette Lewis in it (if Buscemi is included, however, I will reconsider this entire post).

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STFU Parents' End-Of-Year List!

Via STFU Parents

If you didn't spend this year reading enough of STFU Parents -- the submission-based “public service” blog that mocks parent overshare on social networking sites -- fear not. The author, who simply goes by the name "B," has made a fantastic end-of-year list that I can't stop reading.

Prepare to thank the Internet Gods that Facebook and Twitter weren't around when your parents birthed your ass...