STFU Parents: Eggcessive Easter On Facebook Gets More Insane Every Year
Happy Easter, everybunny! Remember last year, when I wrote about howÂ Easter has morphed into Christmas 2.0Â (minus the maintenance of dealing with a tree or the chore of gift-wrapping)? Easter celebrations haveÂ grown increasinglyÂ eggcessiveÂ in recent years, and this year is certainly noÂ eggception. You might think I’m referencing all of theÂ Easter egg huntsÂ that have been canceled or ruined due to crazed parents approaching the hunts with Hunger Games-style fervor, but I’m not. Just because some parents inspire headlines likeÂ ‘Yo, parents! Back away from the Easter eggs! (Or the hunt’s off),’Â ‘Helicopter parents ruin massive Easter egg hunt; chaos unfolds, kids sob,’Â andÂ ‘Easter egg hunt canceled after parents got violent’â€”with articles that open,Â for example, with the line, “An over-zealous mother had to be evicted from a charity Easter egg hunt on Saturday after filling extra bags with chocolate and abusing young volunteers.”â€” doesn’t mean THAT is what’s made Easter soÂ eggcessively awful.
No, those parents are just the few rotten eggs that spoiled their respective hunts. What’s really made Easter aÂ nightmareÂ of supersized proportions is the progression from the humble Easter basket to the massive Easter pool. Here’s what Easter baskets used to look like (and thankfully still do, sometimes, for now):
A few eggs, someÂ Peeps, a little extra candy, and maybe some Easter “grass” for padding. An afternoon’s worth of snacks on Resurrection Sunday, resembling decades of casual, sugarcoated traditions.
Here’s what an Easter “basket” in 2016 looks like:
What’s funny (or terrifying, depending on your outlook) about this image is that when I first saw it, I thought it was a joke. No one ACTUALLY uses a kiddie pool and a hula hoop to make an oversized, overstuffed Easter basket!?! I genuinely thought this was something that a mom with a sense of humor posted online to make a snarky comment on American consumerism. Hahaha, was I ever wrong. I used to be in awe of pictures ofÂ “gift walls”Â that parents post on Facebook after all the presents areÂ unwrappedÂ onÂ Christmas, but even a floor to ceiling wall of presents cannot trump the gaudiness of Easter pools. For a while, I wasn’t even sure if I believed the eggcess was real myself.
It’s not just the pools that have gotten my attention, though it should be noted that the definition of a “basket” has never been stretched further than it has since Easter pools hit the scene. I’ve never seen so many bins, tubs, and wagons passing as “baskets.” And while I sort of understand why people dress up 4-day-old newborns in giant, ill-fitting Halloween costumes, or purchase their 6-month-old a heap of Christmas presents, I’m baffled by the number of people whoÂ go over-the-top for their babies on Easter.
On the one hand, Ashley said “little.” On the other, we’re talking about a baby who’s still learning how to lift her head. Can an Easter basket really be appreciated by someone who’s only 60 days old? Who knows. Is it anyone’s place to judge? I mean, it’s not like Ashley is asking for advice about which Apple product to buy her baby for Easter. NowÂ thatÂ would be absurd.
According to the submitter, she and Stephanie are both members of a moms’ page on Facebook. I was told the comments on this post were pretty vicious and Stephanie wound up regretting it, so I guess we’ll never know which apps were recommended for her friend’s 8-month-old. 🙁 But what’s certain is that parents have fully embraced Eggcessive Easter in the same manner thatÂ they’ve embracedÂ spoiling their kidsÂ onÂ Christmas.
What used to be considered gauche is now frequentlyÂ accepted as the norm. It’s even become customary for parents to complain to retailers for being late with their kids’ gifts, just like they do around Christmas. Truly, these holidays are merging as one.
Nice one, Walmart! While the airport and subway were being attacked by terrorists in Brussels, Heather was forced to point out that YOU assholes weren’t doing your jobs. You had ONE chance to not ruin Heather’s kid’s Easter this week, and you screwed it up. What is she supposed to tell her kid(s) now? “Jesus died for your sins, so here’s a cheap basket of eggs and candy?” Talk about basic. The whole point of Easter in 2016 is to celebrate like you really mean it, like today could be your last day on earth to show off to friends on social media and spoil your children on a Jesus-loving holiday. How else will people know how much you love your kids if you don’t buy them an inflatable pool’s worth of crap and sheepishly brag about going “overboard” on Facebook and Instagram? How will your children grow up to honor the holiest of holidays — Easter — if they don’t have annual pictures of themselves sitting beside an XXL laundry basket filled with toys and chocolate?
Thankfully, the children in today’s column will never have to ask themselves those hard questions. They can be 100% assured that their parents have always loved them, because they’ve received more shit for Easter than anyone born before 2005 could ever imagine. So crack open a Cadbury Creme Egg or two (go on, you deserve it) and check out this year’s contenders for Most Eggcessive Parents. (And be sure to stop by STFU, ParentsÂ over the weekend forÂ a dozenÂ more eggstreme eeggzamples!)