Angelina Jolie Bought Her Kid A Toy That Says The ‘F’ Word – Let The Pearl Clutching Commence
Oh dear! Oh dear whatever shall we do because a mom none of us know who has a life none of us are involved in decided to buy her kid some stupid prank finger that repeats the word FUCK over and over again. Are you outraged? Shall we picket? Jolie was in Las vegas recently and according to your friends at US Magazine she stopped by some sort of gift emporium called Bonanza Gifts and the following went down: WARNING, GET YOUR PEALS OUT FOR CLUTCHING:
“The kids were having a good time,” Hurt tells Us. “They were straight for the toy department and they grabbed their baskets and just started filling up!”
But it was the contents of 10-year-old Pax’s bag that were questionable.
“Pax bought a Swearing Finger,” Hurt revealed. “Itâ€™s phonic operated, and it will flip off and it swears. Itâ€™s really foul! A lot of F-bombs. [Jolie] kind of raised an eyebrow [to Paxâ€™s swearing finger], but she didnâ€™t say anything to him. I think she just lets them get what they want.”
OH DEAR OH DEAR OH DEAR. Who has EVER heard of a 10-year-old kid finding profanity funny? This obviously proves that Angelina is a terrible, horrible mother and she has no business raising her kids and oh dear. VERY upsetting. Our friends at The Stir say:
I don’t doubt for a minute that Angelina is a great mother and a fine example for her children. But an F-bomb-dropping toy for a 10-year-old? Doesn’t seem like the best idea.
Here’s the thing: Angelina can (and does) parent her children the way that she wants. I’m not here to tell her otherwise. But a 10-year-old having such a vulgar toy does raise an interesting question:Â Would you want your child around the kid with the cursing finger?
I would be okay with my kids hanging out with the kid with the cursing finger, especially if that kid belonged to Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. Maybe they would take me on vacation with them, I don’t know. I was never super freaked out about profanity in my house, maybe because I fucking say what I want when I fucking want and there are certain words I don’t allow to be spoken, like retarded, faggot, bitch and slut. And racial slurs I’m far too offended by to print here. As long as my kids don’t use those words, and they never have, then all is fucking cool in my world. They also don’t swear in public, and the majority of profanity I hear in my house is a slipped damn or something.
A finger that drops F bombs just doesn’t seem like a big deal to me, especially considering it will probably break or get lost within a day. It’s sort of the same thing as a “fart” machine or a tub of fake vomit. Not really my bag, but considering these aren’t my kids and I don’t know these people then I just don’t give a fuck.
(Image: Bonanza Gift Shop)