Hey guys, like the title says, this is going to be a rant. If you don't want to read it, then don't. So my dad invited my brother and me to dinner with him and some local students who took a class that he teaches in the summer semester at one of the universities here in Hong Kong. Well, these students are the cream of the crop, since they were all on the dean's list for at least 1 semester (they're going to be sophomores this coming fall), and averaged at least 6.8 As throughout the year, out of about 10 classes. Well, my dad happened to mention that a few of the girls were quite attractive, or "cute" in some cases, so my brother being the shallow prick that he is, says, "Sure." Mind you, his primary motivation is not the undoubtedly excellent food or the fact that he doesn't have to pay for anything. He's going for the prospect of cute girls. Well, dinner went without a hitch, and we're all at home now. The first thing my brother said to my dad was, "Dad, you lied to me. You said there would be cute girls there." Now he's my brother, so I can tell that he's not being 100% serious, because his tone of voice seems to say that, "That sucked, and I could have seen hotter girls if I went to dinner with my friends and looked at the girls in the restaurant." I would say, as an educated guess, he was about 60% serious with that comment. Now honestly, I have nothing against my brother being a shallow, shallow man, because hey - that just means there will be a few more girls who are looking for something serious and meaningful rather than a quick boink or summer fling or whatever for me to look into, but when he goes and complains to our father, who spent the last 22 years of his life working and making money so that my brother (and myself for the last 20 years) can live comfortably and never feel the effects of poverty first hand because he doesn't share our father's taste in women? Someone please tell me I'm being overly sensitive again, because I can't stand it when my brother does stuff like this. This whole event also reminds me of the fact that my brother really does not appreciate our parents as much as he should. He never goes out to eat with either or both of them on his own, it's always a "family" thing. My brother tells me I should appreciate what they've done for me more, and that I should have a better attitude, but while my brother is out with his friends neglecting our mother who would otherwise be alone for dinner, I stay home (or go out, as it usually ends up being) with her and enjoy a good meal and conversation with her, because I know that she's spent so much of her life raising the two of us. Now some might call me a mamma's boy, but I love my parents, and I can't help but feel that my brother only shows his love for them when he wants something. He only talks to them at length about things that he wants, and he only gives them his opinion on a subject if it will directly affect him, or if he personally doesn't think they're making the "best" decision, such as with a new car. In fact, in the apartment that my grandmother so graciously bought for my father, mother, brother, and myself, my brother chose to have the smaller bedroom of the two that he and I were allowed to choose from because it was farther away from our parents' room. He compromised room size for "freedom," when the fact of the matter is that he's more likely to live in that apartment sooner, since he's graduated from college. Ugh. Too much stuff to complain about, not enough finger stamina.