No, nothing equals the raising of a child, with all the wonder, love, and worry it entails. Unless your one of the new breed of women called Reborners. And in keeping with their name, Reborners are something of a religion. The New York Post reports:
Rockabye, plastic... |
Make it stop! |
Not that it's as much fun to make the Reborn babies as it does real ones:
Shh. Don't wake the, uh, thing... |
As for what other people think of this kind of behavior, Reborner Stephanie Ortiz assures us, Trump-like, that public interactions are "amazing," adding, "I've never had any negative comments."
You know why, Steph? Because people think you're crazy, and just want to get the hell away from you as fast as possible. Not that it bothers her:
OK, there's nothing wrong with harmless hobbies. But what would you think if you saw me dragging around one of my movie posters in public and interacting with the images as if they were real people? At least I save that for the privacy of my home.
There was a time when when Reborners were called "nuts," and committed to the local cracker factory. Now Stephanie Ortiz is free to drag herself out of bed at one in the morning to change her doll's diapers. Man, I would so love to see her go at it with Ron Reagan as to which one has it the hardest.
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