Spoiled kids and trashy funerals. This trumps the ghetto prom and the ghetto wedding that people sent to me.
The baby stuff especially is egregious– it’s one thing to have a particular style, like the ‘ghetto’ images or like an import-car tuner. That, people make fun of because they look down on your culture or sub-culture at least as much as because it’s in actual poor taste. But the kid’s toys just scream “I don’t spend any time with my children and I spoil them to compensate,” as well as “I have no taste.”
Life is, indeed, a crapshoot.
Secretly Ironic 