Suburgatory (23 page)

“Yeah, Mommy's pretty hot, isn't she?” said Rich Corrie.

“Rich, stop! You want him running around saying “Mommy's hot, Mommy's hot?”

“So Mommy, what does E-V-E spell?” asked Devon. Eve Corrie gave her son that look that says, “Isn't my child the most adorable moron?”

Corrie said, “Eve's my name, sweetie! You have a name, Devon. And Mommy's name is Eve.”

Devon looked at her, utterly confused. “But you are Mommy. Mommy Corrie.”

“Well of course I'm Mommy, but before you were born, Mommy wasn't a mommy yet. Back then I was just Eve. I had a life before you were born.”

“Oh did she ever!” Rich Corrie couldn't resist interrupting.

“Rich. Your son is confused and I'm trying to explain. Mommy existed. Mommy was a person. Mommy had, well, I had a lot of, what should we call it, um, bad fun before you came into my life and made me Mommy. But you can forget about Eve, that's not me anymore. I'll never set foot on that boardwalk again,” said Eve, actually starting to tear up.

“Why are you crying, Mommy? Don't cry!” Devon ran up to her and started to console her.

“Eve, it's OK, honey! Let me give it a try,” Rich said, turning to Devon. “Mommy is sad because when Mommy was Eve she, um, had some bad fun when she went out for a playdate one night on the boardwalk. She made a friend who liked bad fun, too, and who left Mommy with a nasty bug she can never, ever get rid of.”

Eve Corrie, muttering, said, “Oh my God you just told our child that his mom is a dirty herpes whore.”

“But you know what Daddy thinks?” said Rich Corrie. “Daddy thought Eve was the most fun, most funny, most beautiful, and most wonderful girl he'd ever met. And Mommy is exactly the same, except now we have you, and it's more wonderful than ever, except for the times now and then when the itchy painful sores come out.” Eve began tearing up again.

Devon still looked confused, and said, “How did Mommy get those nasty itchy sores?”

Rich and Eve looked at each other. “Well this is probably not going to make much sense but the friend she met who loved the bad fun? Well, that was your Daddy. I was ‘Rich' back then and I had just met Mommy that night on the boardwalk and I gave the nasty bug to her. I have it, too.”

“You two didn't wash your hands, did you!” Devon said, thrilled to have caught his parents having bad fun.

“You're right, we didn't protect ourselves from that nasty bug. But at the same time Daddy gave me the nasty bug, he also gave me
you.
He became Daddy that night of bad fun,” Eve said.

“So if that was a mistake, Devon, thank God, because it was the best mistake I ever made. What really matters in life is love. And family,” she said.

“And Valtrex,” Rich said. “Herpes may be forever, but family is, too,” as they gathered in a warm three-way embrace.

Boy Loves Steve Jobs
More than Parents

Suburgatory, USA—A twelve-year-old boy loves Steve Jobs “way more” than his parents, a development that's been years in the making and showing no signs of ebbing away.

“That smug, know-it-all motherfucker!” said Phil Macon of Apple founder Steve Jobs. “That guy has singlehandedly ruined my relationship with my son!”

Just as Phil finished his rant, “Steve Jobs,” as his son Benno will now only answer to, walked into the room, holding his Steve Jobs plush toy.

“Hello, Father,” he said coolly, with a somewhat dreamy countenance.

“Hello, Steve,” Phil said, choking out the name with hate in his voice.

Macon dates his son's fandom back at least six years, when he realized that his son was calling himself “Steve Jobs,” choosing to wear a black turtleneck and jeans and even sleeping in the outfit.

“All I did was want a stupid iPod. And yes, I took Benno to the Apple Store with me. It was like he walked in and thought ‘This is my real and true family.' Like a very very clean religious cult where there are no moms and no dads, just a gang of self-satisfied little fucks. That Apple Store is now like, like his sacred temple and his God is a charisma-bot—named Steve Jobs.”

Phil Macon said that the cost of acquiring the latest Apple gear is bankrupting the family, but it's what has happened to Benno's personality that's the hardest pill to swallow. “He's become . . . I can't believe I'm saying this about my own kid, but he's become a dick. He'd throw his own parents overboard in a heartbeat if it meant saving Steve Jobs from whatever disease it is he has.”

Phil Macon says his own appearance doesn't help matters either. “Yeah, look at me. Think about it. Who do I look like? A little schlubby, dirty-blond hair, wearing my ‘lame' glasses and ‘lame' pleated khakis? Yep—dead ringer for the PC Guy from those unbelievably obnoxious Mac-PC Guy ads. Benno even printed out a
picture
for me that said, ‘How to Dress Like a PC Guy,' the dude was all decked out in clothes from Sears. Benno handed it to me, without a word, like he was quietly slipping me a giant shit sandwich. It's not even that he thinks I'm the enemy, his ‘PC guy' dad. He thinks I'm
pathetic.
”

This reporter spoke with “Little Steve Jobs,” who was a bit worn out after watching the World Wide Developers' Conference the night before—the must-see event for Jobs' fanatics where they not only worship the new products and features discussed, but also obsessively scrutinize Jobs's appearance for signs of health and vitality.

As is his custom, the day after WWDC, Benno was ritually rewatching previous WWDC presentations. What does he love so much about Steve Jobs? He laughed smoothly. “You mean what do I love about myself? That's immodest . . . don't you think? Really my role in the world is quite simple, spare, and elegant. I want to put a ‘ding in the universe' and I think I'm achieving that. Don't you?” he said, gesturing to the array of devices on his desk.

Does it bother him that his parents feel shoved aside by his Steve Jobs fandom? “I really do care for those people, but I simply won't engage in petty jealousies when so many exciting discoveries are yet to be made. Really, if you look at, say, Father, he should perhaps start thinking about his own health and appearance. As you can see, he is looking a bit . . . dated.”

When told of Benno's statement, Phil Macon exploded. “You see?”

“Little Steve Jobs” admitted that there have been longtime strains with his “parents,” using air quotes while saying “parents.”

“Of course, I do appreciate them taking me in when I needed a family, but I suspect my birth parents might have been a bit more . . . visionary. More Silicon Valley campus than suburban office park.”

Confused, this reporter consulted with the real Steve Jobs's Wikipedia page and saw that he was born in 1955 and given up for adoption.

Go the F*ck to Sleep?
Meet Get a F*cking Life

Suburgatory, USA—Annoyed by the barely sublimated parental rage found in the smash bestseller,
Go the F*ck to Sleep
by Adam Mansbach, a child sensation has penned an acidic rejoinder called,
Get a F*cking Life.

“We as kids just thought we needed our own potty-mouth satirical send-up that expresses
our
frustrations—and believe me, we have many,” said nine-year-old phenom author Patrick Bryson. “As
Go the F*ck to Sleep
so ably demonstrates, the child-parent relationship is fraught with complexities. We hope
Get a F*cking Life
honors those complexities while also giving everyone a five- or even seven-minute chuckle.”

Bryson is considered an up-and-comer, named by the
New Yorker
as one of its “10 under 10” young writers to watch. “We expect
Get a F*cking Life
to be
the
gift for Father's Day, Mother's Day, any time you want to give Mom and Dad a little zing,” said Bryson.

This reporter was fortunate enough to get a sneak preview of
Get a F*cking Life,
which is already zooming up the bestseller list months before publication. And Bryson allowed us to excerpt it here.

When your day is bleak . . . and you need some peace . . . and you find it in a box of wine . . . I come to you, Mommy, lift you from the floor, and say: Get a F*cking Life.

When I sit in your lap . . . at the day's end . . . see the porno on the iPad screen . . . I cup your face, Daddy, with my little hands and say: Get a F*cking Life.

Our weekends unspool . . . like a cat pulling yarn . . . you telling Dad, “You ruined my life.” And Dad saying, “You ruined mine, too, you f*cking shrew!” I curl at your feet and say: Get a F*cking Life.

Come Sunday night . . . I don't have the blues . . . I count the minutes till I can return to school . . . where I feel safe with Miss Kenney . . . far away from you. And I say, one last time, to Mommy and Dad: Get a F*cking Life.

Where did Bryson come up with his material? “As with any writer, I have mined my personal experience. Oh, and the family court documents after my parents' divorce, too. That thing was huge! Turns out, I had blocked out a lot. Authenticity is key.”

Just as
Go the F*ck to Sleep
enlisted a celebrity, Samuel L. Jackson to voice some of the story, Bryson brought on Gilbert Gottfried, former voice of Aflac, who was let go from the insurance company after making inappropriate jokes after the Japanese earthquake. “We kids love him because he's the voice of Digit on
Cyberchase.
And his voice will drive my parents, I mean, all parents, out of their f*cking minds. Get it? I said ‘fucking'! Adding “fuck” to anything is hilarious!”

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