In-your-face stuff from an opinionated
rural north Idaho housewife.
Patrice, your column is excellent. ‘Dr.’ Greenberg lacks critical thinking, common sense and an understanding of the keys to successful parenting.Even more outrageous is the title of her original article, ‘Should Schools Ban Kids From Having Best Friends?’ Here we go again. Progs weapon of choice is government to force their perverted values on all. And like Washington warned us, ‘government’ translates to force. So many injuries and usurpations, yet we have no will to fight? I don’t get it. And if anyone thinks Trump will fix this, I’ve got some swamp land to sell you.Dock Guy
Let us say there are two restaurants in town. One is not very clean, the servers are grumpy and slack, and the food isn't very good nor good looking. The other is bright and spotless. The servers are attentive and happy and the food is fantastic.Is it "only right" that the second restaurant harass their servers so they are unhappy and grumpy, quit cleaning unless the health dept. threatens to shut them down and then intentionally serve poor quality food? Wouldn't that be "fair" to "level the playing field" for that other business in these hard economic times?No, restaurants are not children. But it still makes the same sense. I intend to give my children every advantage to be healthy, happy and intelligent that I can.Everyone who doesn't like that can eat their dust. The world isn't fair. Get over it and get to work.Blue
Every time I hear about the next parenting/educational/political/Hollywood tripe du jour, I am reminded of Cowslip's warren in Watership Down (Richard Adams), where the rabbits are well-fed and spend their days eating and telling stories they made up in their heads and pushing stones into the dirt walls ("art") rather than busying themselves with the business of life and survival--after all, the human with the burning stick keeps all the predators away, so what else is there to do? The cost? Little bands of twisted wire nearly impossible to escape which the natives of the warren NEVER talk about, but the scuffed earth at the base tells a haunting story all by itself.I know it's an odd comparison, but it seems like with each passing year we stray further and further from common sense in favor of pushing stones into the wall for no good reason other than to hear the sounds of our own voices and revel in our self-importance.
Amen. The short story Harrison Bergeron comes to mind.Jeff
Anxiously awaiting Robert's commentary!Fran
He sent some, but others have made it clear they prefer not to read it.- Patrice
My comment disappeared while typing. Darn AI! As for the topics of your blog, your blog your topics. KWIM? Share the crazy if you want to lol. As for your article, it is not the bf banning that is the problem, though it will turn to boyfriend/girlfriend and husband/wife banning soon. We will just be assigned friends and family. It is the audacity to think you have the right to osn others, their thoughts and choices. It is evil.
When my daughter was in public school 4th grade, she had a teacher who catered to the lowest common denominator. Consequently, they never got past the first couple of chapters in their math textbook. In addition, since one or two of the children constantly misbehaved, NONE of them ever got to go out for recess. I had been a teacher's aide at the same school the year before, and was room mother for her class that year, and had thought this teacher was very good. I could not figure out why she handled things this way. She and the administration viewed me as ignorant of how classrooms should be managed. We pulled our daughter out halfway through the year and enrolled her in a Christian school which encouraged parental involvement.
You know, it sounds like a good idea at first. Especially to the kid on the bottom of the social dog pile-- being left out and left behind HURTS. I was that kid. Come it to that, I'm still that adult. What if people had been forced to include me, like it or not??I would have had a more conventionally happy childhood. I wouldn't have spent all that time alone in the woods watching animals, or in the kitchen with Grandma learning to do things like make bread. I wouldn't have spent all that time in the library reading books. I wouldn't have had to form relationships with the other misfits......which means I never would have seen the diversity within Christianity, never would have learned how to feed a family of six on very little money, never would have learned how to refurbish a house, very well might never have discovered a thrift store (God knows the "cool" kids we all wanted to be included by never shopped there). I wouldn't have learned to appreciate the "misfits"-- those friends who, like me, struggled with things that made them targets of exclusion-- those friends who would be with me for more than the sunny moments of my life. I won't say I'm grateful for being bullied. I still think it's a behavior engaged in by ill-raised little snots. But without that incentive, I might never have invested all the trouble and bother to learn the *cough* finer points of human social behavior. I might not be able to take care of myself today. I might be too mentally and emotionally fragile to live on my own.Oh. All of a sudden, it's not such a good idea at all. Unless, of course, you have some ulterior motives that are definitely less than kind. Uh-oh.
I'm sorry; I just can't let this one go. It's timely; just this morning I was mooning over how, although I find myself very lonely since my older friends and relatives have passed on, I don't care to exchange it for the company of the majority of my peers. Although it was painful at the time, I wouldn't trade my "excluded" childhood for anything in the world. My goodness!! To not have spent lunchtimes absorbed in the wonder of my history book, or watching the squirrels out the window, or learning to find a place within the diversity of the other misfits (even in a very small school, there's always more than one!!)...To not have spent that time helping with chores, watching the animals, reading books...To not have learned to deal with the consequences of being different!! No, I don't think the good doctor wants to help the children AT ALL!! This just sounds like the seeds of a "Brave New World" to me. In the worst of ways. I'll have nothing to do with it. For my kids' sake.