Betamom loves the new Hard Times. Betamom loves the uprising of the People. Betamom loves the opportunity to not get a pedicure or a haircut or restalyn/botox/facials, to wear jeans with coffee spilled on them, and pretend it's all a political statement.
It's the new freedom. And if you go to a private school in L.A. or New York or probably anywhere else in the country, it's a load of crap.
Here's what the rest of the world is saying. Suck it, AIG. Suck it, SUV. Suck it, JUICY. Suck it, BEACH CLUBS. And here's what you want to say, more than anything, Suck it, ALPHA ACADEMY!
Betamom hates to break it to ya'll, but its a load of crap. The tuition letters went out this month, asking for a 2.5 percent increase, in spite of the economy. The new families were solicited into the hundreds of thousands, in spite of the economy. And our school "Fun-Raiser" -- which raised no money, to be sensitive to the New Economy -- cost too much for half the school to want to attend.
WHAT THE X($*#^@^@$&%@(* IS GOING ON HERE? How is the rest of the world in a populist uprising, and my Alpha Academy chugs on, rejecting "good families" and "development opportunities" like its nobody's business?
Betamom needs to vent a little, because she watches the news, and because she hasn't gotten a haircut since last September or waxed her eyebrows and it wasn't because she didn't want to. Betamom's cuticles have now covered her big toe in its entirety. DID YOU EVEN KNOW THAT COULD HAPPEN?
Betamom has no choice to pay. Pay tuition, pay the money, give the gift, buy the ticket to the thing that she also needs to donate the thing to. Fascism lives on in West L.A. and probably the Upper West/East Side. And here is what Betamom is getting:
Judgmental Brownie Leaders.
Headmasters who think they are above the law.
Teachers who think you should kiss their teacher-sized butts for giving your child worksheets you could make at home or xerox from the workbooks they sell at Costco.
Private Schools that cost 20k for the equivalent of an OK public school with polyblend uniforms and teachers waiting for you to give them Lakers tickets.
Alpha Bitches in the carpool line who call in to report you made an illegal U Turn when you were late to school eating soggy cereal in your car out of a cup.
A general agreement to pretend that we are all not on serious depression and anxiety medicine and that we did not have to go on them after the fifth grade field trip to Washington DC, when the room mom said, "You're a bossy bitch and we all hate you, anyways."
Suck it, Private School. You sucked anyways.
And yes, my deposit is in for next year. 
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