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Showing posts with label parenting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label parenting. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Bristol Palin, defender of the traditional family

Bristol


I do not write about the Palins much, but this was far too delicious to pass up.

 

 

Bristol Palin – the little Alaskan hillbilly girl who did so well/poorly on “Dancing With The Stars,” and who had a baby out of wedlock by someone named Levi Johnston, but who now (for some reason) thinks that she’s the ideal spokesperson for teen chastity / traditional values – put this forth on her blog the other day (I give you the whole thing, straight from Patheos.com, and I feel strangely filthy for even having visited the site and given Bristol one more blog hit):

 

 

Is anyone really surprised by the fact that President Obama came out of the closet for gay marriage? What was most surprising is when he explained how his position (supposedly) “evolved,” by talking to his wife and daughters:

 

“It’s interesting, some of this is also generational,” the president continued. “You know when I go to college campuses, sometimes I talk to college Republicans who think that I have terrible policies on the economy, on foreign policy, but are very clear that when it comes to same-sex equality or, you know, sexual orientation, that they believe in equality. They are much more comfortable with it. You know, Malia and Sasha, they have friends whose parents are same-sex couples. There have been times where Michelle and I have been sitting around the dinner table and we’re talking about their friends and their parents and Malia and Sasha, it wouldn’t dawn on them that somehow their friends’ parents would be treated differently. It doesn’t make sense to them and, frankly, that’s the kind of thing that prompts a change in perspective.”


Let’s pause for just one second.  When Christian women run for high office, people inevitably bring up the question of submission.  Once, Michele Bachmann, for example, was asked during a debate, “As president, would you be submissive to your husband?”

 

People automatically assume that a Christian female President isn’t capable of making decisions without her spouse’s stamp of approval.  (I should add female Republicancandidates –liberal women don’t get the same kind of questions.)

 

So are all those reporters who feared excessive family intervention in the White House all up in arms over the President’s announcement yesterday?  Um.  Not quite.

 

Liberals  everywhere are applauding him for his bravery and his wisdom.

 

So let me get this straight – it’s a problem if my mom listened too much to my dad, but it’s a heroic act if the President made a massive change in a policy position that could affect the entire nation after consulting with his teenage daughters?

 

While it’s great to listen to your kids’ ideas, there’s also a time when dads simply need to be dads.  In this case, it would’ve been helpful for him to explain to Malia and Sasha that while her friends parents are no doubt lovely people, that’s not a reason to change thousands of years of thinking about marriage.  Or that – as great as her friends may be – we know that in general kids do better growing up in a mother/father home.  Ideally, fathers help shape their kids’ worldview.


In this situation, it was the other way around.  I guess we can be glad that Malia and Sasha aren’t younger, or perhaps today’s press conference might have been about appointing Dora the Explorer as Attorney General because of her success in stopping Swiper the Fox.

 

Sometimes dads should lead their family in the right ways of thinking.  In this case, it would’ve been nice if the President would’ve been an actual leader and helped shape their thoughts instead of merely reflecting what many teenagers think after one too many episodes of Glee.


 

Let’s see if we can pick some main points out of this morass:


  • -        President Obama changed his mind on gay marriage just because he didn’t feel like rationalizing traditional marriage to Sasha and Malia.
  • -        In other words: President Obama is a big pussy who lets his kids push him around.
  • -        Watching “Glee” makes you gay, or at least gay-friendly.
  • -        Babies are best brought up in a traditional mommy-daddy household.
  • -        Michelle Bachman would make a terrific president.
  • -        Tradition is always the best guide for determining social norms.
  • -    Bristol is very up-to-date on Dora the Explorer.  I like to think I keep up with children's programming, and I never even heard of Swiper the Fox.




 

Take a moment to absorb the delicious irony of all of the above.

 

 

Now let us turn to some very funny celebrity retorts to Bristol’s blog:

 

 

JWoww: "Bristol should keep her uneducated ignorant mouth shut... If Ur living in the past u wouldn't have a kid w/out marriage #hypocrite. It's 2012!” And later: “My best friend will get married one day and not just have civil union with his man. Stop hating people."

 

 

Sherri Shepherd: "Sarah Palin educated Bristol... and not blaming Bristol, but I'm blaming Bristol being young & not exercising good judgment."

 

 

Samantha Ronson: "'We know that in general kids do better growing up in a mother/father home.' really bristol palin? how's your kid doing?"

 

 

Lo Bosworth: "Bristol Palin - you so silly, girl."

 

 

Perez Hilton: "‏I think I need to give Bristol Palin a good massage. Girlfriend needs to RELAX!!!"

 

 

Amber Riley, cast member of “Glee”: "We support you @BarackObama and commend you for taking a stand. #equalityforall #loveislove #gleesupportsObama"

 

 

To which fellow cast member Lea Michele responded: "Amen."

 

 

To which I add my own little “Amen.”

 

 

(Bristol, babe: your mother is giving you bad career advice. You're way out of your depth here. Go home.)


 

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Mother Nature

Mothernature

I have a coworker named Amelia.  I have already stolen one of her stories for this blog.  I will not hesitate to steal another.

 

 

Her little boy, around four years old, said recently: “Mamma, it’s winter.  Why is there no snow?”

 

 

She said: “Well, it’s winter, but there’s not always snow.  Sometimes it snows and sometimes it doesn’t.”

 

 

He asked: “What makes it snow?”

 

 

She was very encouraged by this; this was a scientist’s question.  “Lots of things,” she said.  “Mother Nature uses all kinds of things: moisture, cold air – “

 

 

“Where does Mother Nature live?” he interrupted her.

 

 

Uh-oh, she thought. “Well, there’s not really – “ she began.

 

 

“Is she old?” the child said. “Does she sit in a rocking chair?”

 

 

(At this point in the story, I said: “Amelia, the correct answer to these questions is ‘Yes.’”)

 

 

(“I know,” she sighed.  “But I was still trying to explain –“)

 

 

This parenting thing is evidently very difficult.

 

 

Thank god I only have stuffed animals to worry about.  They believe whatever I tell them.


 

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Razza fraz!

Warning: this text contains saucy and inappropriate language.



 


I am no prude.  I really don't curse much, but I've always been a sincere admirer of a really well-turned obscenity.  I ride a shuttle van home from work, and when it's just the driver and me alone, the air fairly turns blue.

 

  

 

"Obscenity" is such a big field, especially when it refers to language.  I know that philologists have tried to break it down into categories: body parts, sex, bathroom terminology, religion/blasphemy, insults to family members . . . . It's all good.

 

  

 

And I love languages, and along the way I have collected characteristic colorful expressions.  One of the few Finnish words I know is a bathroom word.  I know a little Polish, including two bathroom words and the all-purpose Polish obscenity, "cholera" (imagine how serious the illness was throughout central and eastern Europe for the word to become an obscenity!).  Russians don't care about body parts or bathroom words - for them, it's clinical terminology - but there's a really juicy word referring to one's mother that is very all-purpose.  I only know two Hungarian expressions; both are obscene, and both refer to sex, and one of them crosses over into bestiality.  My French is pretty good, but French obscenity is a little on the drab side: – bathroom bathroom bathroom / sex sex sex.  I know some dandy Spanish obscenities, mostly involving marital infidelity.   Arabic is full of zesty combinations of all of the above: my favorite combines religion, mother, body parts, and sex.  (When I was in Morocco I was given a list of English words to avoid, because they sounded too much like Arabic obscenities.  It was a long list.  My favorite is the name "Howie."  If you want to know what it means: well, Howie Mandel has two of them.)

 


 

I bring this up because I have lived long enough to watch language on TV change.  In my youth, you couldn't say "hell" or "damn."  Horrors! Lucy Ricardo couldn't be "pregnant" in the 1950s, so they came up with "expectant."  Things began to move forward in the 70s or so.  A few words for body parts crept into common TV parlance.  (On an early episode of "The Simpsons," probably circa 1991, Bart uses the word 'butt' while talking to a TV reporter, and then says, "Can I say 'butt' on TV?"  The reporter replies smoothly: "On this network you can.") Descriptive language and euphemisms have always been popular.  How long ago was Bob Eubanks calling sex 'whoopie'?  Late 1960s, I think.   

 


 

And ever since British TV entered the United States, we've been aware that Europeans were more frank and open than we are. Partner and I are big fans of the BBC/Irish show "Father Ted," which uses 'arse' frequently, and which introduced me to my very favorite euphemistic obscenity, 'feck' (as in "Are you out of your fecking mind, Dougal?").

 


 

Well, imagine my surprise when I heard Charlie Sheen use the word 'ballsack' on "Two and a Half Men" the other night.  Also, there's a new cartoon show called "Adventure Time"," on which I heard a character use the word 'superballs' in a derogatory sense (as in "That guy is really superballs"); they also had a fantasy sequence in which the two main characters were farting on a microwave oven they'd brought to life earlier.  And laughing about it. 

 

  

 

And a note about last night's premiere of the show that dares not speak its name, "$#*! My Dad Says."  (Partner had to explain the symbology of the title to me. In case you don't get it: $ = "S," # = "H," et cetera. Apparently, however, $#*! is pronounced 'bleep.') The show is mildly amusing, and they walk right up to the risky-language boundary, but then they back away again. 

 

  

 

No matter what you think about it, times are changing.  It's all for the best, I think.  When you watch a show like "The Sopranos," you need to understand how the characters speak.  Editing them, bowdlerizing them, would ruin the show.  Listening to Tony and Silvio and Paulie talk is like snorting smelling salts right out of the bottle: it's very bracing. 

 


 

I'm in favor of realism.  People on TV should talk the way people really talk, swearing and all.

 


 

I know there's always the issue of children.  Listen, I learned to swear just fine on my own without TV's help.  Also, every show on TV these days is plastered over with warning labels: L, D, V, etc.  You just can't dump the kid in front of the TV anymore. Really, you never could.  You really need to pay attention to what he's watching.


 

 

 

Having said that: Hey, you had a kid.  Take care of him.  If you don't want him to learn to swear, you'd better get to work on that.

 


 

And good luck.  Trust me, he'll learn how, one way or another. I did.