An article on the ridiculousness of children's birthday parties, after the story of a family getting billed when their kid didn't show up at one.
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In Brooklyn, children’s birthday parties had become the new wedding reception: endless free booze and food. Unlike the lame-ass birthday parties when I was a kid that featured a dried-out coconut cake and some asshole kid that inevitably spilled his soda all over everything anyway, these parties had become “keeping up with the Joneses” events that served best those invitees who didn’t have kids themselves and therefore weren’t responsible for anyone else, all without having to give a shit about the costs. In other words, the Manny’s Holy Grail.
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