Little Blog On the Prairie

Evil, evil HTML Mencken, for pointing me at this:

Is it safe to let kids read?

We’ve all heard about librarians who don’t want filters to protect children. What about books? Who’s watching the publishers? Greg Smith’s blog notes that recently he looked through a publisher’s catalog at the YA titles and found:

A book on paralysis
A book on death of a parent, alcoholism, and unwanted pregnancy.
A book on death of a parent through cancer
A book on alcoholism
A book on armed assault with a deadly weapon
A book on death of both parents in a car crash
A book on death of both parents in a car crash and an unwanted pregnancy
A book whose catalog copy is vague, but appears to involve at least armed robbery and child abandonment
An historical book on suicide
A contemporary book on suicide
A book on death of a parent and economic hardship
A book on censorship. And sex.
A book on death by accidental shooting (or general stupidity)
A book on child abandonment, alcoholism, and an accident of indeterminate nature (resulting in, possibly, death)
A book on divorce
A book on death of a parent, economic hardship, robbery, and risking death.
Two books on (1960s) sex, drugs, and rock & roll (and therefore, at least metaphorically, death)

I’m glad I read only horse and dog stories when I was a kid (and Laura Ingalls Wilder); a lot of them were sad, but at least they didn’t commit suicide or steal.

I know, let’s build a big bonfire and burn all those nasty seditious, depressing books in a grand conflagration of all that’s icky.

Then, let’s decapitate those nasty liberal publishers in a loving, biblically Christian sort of way and just pop their heads up on a pole outside the church, so everyone can see what dwelling on unpleasantness can lead to.

Then there’ll never be any more bad things, never, ever again and all will be puppies and rainbows.

There, now, isn’t that nicer?

Happy Families

I read this story, (typically it comes from the New York Post, which loves this kind of thing) with growing dismay and pity for two little girls who’re growing up with a pair of self-denying bigots for parents. The story speaks for itself:

The Andrews family. [video here]

BLACK BABY IS BORN TO WHITE PAIR
By TODD VENEZIA

March 22, 2007 —

Should a couple be entitled to sue because a fertility clinic mistakenly impregnated the woman with sperm other than her mate’s? Click ‘Discussion Board’ beneath the photo to tell us what you think.

A Park Avenue fertility clinic’s blunder has left a family devastated – after a black baby was born to a Hispanic woman and her white husband, the couple charges in a lawsuit.

The mistake, made during in-vitro conception, wasn’t discovered until Jessica Andrews was born – and it became clear she didn’t look anything like her mom, Nancy, or dad, Thomas, the suit says.

The baby’s complexion was much darker than that of her mom – a light-skinned native of the Dominican Republic – or dad.

“Jessica doesn’t look like them,” said the couple’s attorney Howard Stern, of Long Island.

When Thomas and Nancy Andrews asked their doctor, Manhattan obstetrician Martin Keltz, what was going on, he allegedly told them that Jessica’s condition was an “abnormality,” and assured them she would “get lighter over time,” according to the couple’s suit, filed in Manhattan Supreme Court.

[…]

The family is so distraught that they have not even told many of their relatives about the situation. The Andrews fear the natural father may try to come forward and claim rights to the girl, the suit says.

The family is so distraught that they have not even told many of their relatives about the situation. The Andrews fear the natural father may try to come forward and claim rights to the girl, the suit says.

“[Jessica] will never know or be able to determine the identity of her actual father, and will consequently never be able to know her full medical history and condition,” the suit also claims.

[…]

The Andrews, however, fear that because of the circumstances of her birth “she may be subjected to physical and emotional illness as a result of not being the same race as her parents and siblings,” according to their suit.

Oh, right – but not from having had her parents reject her so publicly?

Anyone who watches television, reads newspapers or listens to radio knows what a mediafest this made-for-tabloid confluence of race, immigration, medicine and crime is likely to become. That the Andrews, who surely must know this too, don’t seem to have thought much about putting their children through it is very revealing.

The story doesn’t say how much they’re sueing for but I ‘d imagine it’s a substantial amount. These people have fucked-up values and not just about race.

Happy Bad Mothers’ Day

It’s Mothers’ Day again in the UK, and as has been par for the course so far in life, both my sons seem to have blithely ignored it. I think I may have made a rod for my own back; it was me that taught them it’s a manufactured, capitalist holiday designed to squeeze more money out of our guilt, but WAAAH! You little ratbags! You could at least’ve sent a card!

At least there’s always the Bad Mothers Club to solace all us misunderstood British mothers out there. It’s written largely by its users and though it’s occasionally cheap, vulgar and hardly correctly feminist it’s compelling reading for the window it gives into other women’s lives and families. The personal stories and comments are often hilariously funny as well as frequently tragic:

Oh-so-perfect-Dad katkit66

Ok this really pisses me off. I look after my 5 year old daughter 6 days a week and on the 7th she goes to visit her dad.

Great. A full day to myself. But on her return I have the same conversation with her every single bloody week. ‘My Dad says you should play with me more. ‘Now before you read any further let me tell you, I DO MY BEST. I do her homework with her – I have made special documents on the computer soley for this. I read a bedtime story to her every night. I play Barbie dolls with her. I help her play dressing up. I play I spy on the way to and from school with her. I play computer games with her. I play ‘lets be silly’ with her, even when I,m on the bloody toilet. I could go on, but I wont.
My point is, that her Dad lives with his Mother, so when my little darling visits him for the day, he hasnt got to do the shopping, the cooking, the washing, the ironing, the cleaning etc etc, SO HE HAS GOT THE BLOODSY TIME TO PLAY ALL DAY WITH HER COS HE DOES SFA ELSE!!

Boswellox, bollocks Yacketyblah

OMG it annoys me so very much. Boswelox and pentapeptides and Pro V. Erm, no. I don’t buy it.

Ooo, look, I’m rubbing a tiny bit of this soapy thing on my perfectly made up cheek and lo and behold, look how clear and clean my still perfectly made up airbrushed skin is. Please rush out and buy me!

And, Nadine Baggott, I happen to think that around £20 for a bottle of the same stuff I can get at tesco for a couple of quid may as well be a celebrity price tag.

STEPSON FROM HELL justmyfather’swife!

I’ve looked after him for the past 13 years (14 since his natural mother died) He’s now 21 and ever since leaving school has been in and out of prison, in trouble with police, on curfew (mostly at ours!) He’s now got his girlfriend pregnant and we’ve just paid 200 quid yet again to keep him out of prison for her sake! Now I’m the big bad wicked stepmother because I broke up a physical fight between them, in MY house. Hence my name you’re JUSTMYFATHER’SWIFE!!!!

Stop any J. Random Woman in the street and you’d hear a story like one of those. As all mothers of whatever variety know, motherhood is a blessing and a curse; nothing in life can ever give you such joy or such pain; particularly so at the moment with the political and ecological outlook so bleak and the future so doubtful.

This being the internet I’m bound to be accused of having beien exclusionary of fathers and the childless in this post to the glories of motherhood – well, tough titty. It’s Mothers Day and even if my kids have forgotten, off having their grownup lives, I haven’t. Today as every day I shall be acting like the Bad Mother I am.

Queen Is Mum

Observer’s Pendennnis column:

Silence rules
The Stop the War coalition, never slow to seize the limelight, has written to Prince Charles and the Queen to ask, now that Prince Harry faces a tour of duty in Iraq, whether they’d like to sign up. So far, peculiarly, they have not received a reply.

Blacked Out Face

I came across this poem, by Walter Otton, at Zippysite when idly googling, as one does. So I saved it for a day when a little poetry seemed appropriate. Which is most days, but particularly on a dull rainy Saturday.

Wally

Blacked Out Face:

Because I don’t want you to see my features
I’ve blacked out my face
I don’t want you to know my name
Or my school, my family or my dwelling place

My alcoholic dad ain’t around so much and

My mum likes a drink too
They have never taken me on holiday
Anyway, I couldn’t even spell ‘the Algarve’ or ‘Corfu’

Last August my flat burned down
Luckily no-one was hurt
I lost all my clothes and possessions
Every trainer, all my socks, each shirt

I moved into my sisters and stayed on the sofa
I slept on the cushions for thirty six weeks
I had a duvet and a sleeping bag
But I never had any fresh sheets

Older brother number one got a fifteen year old pregnant
Older brother number two is a little mad
He tried jumping out of a top floor window
Doctors sedated him in a cell covered in soft pad

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