Readers — One of you sent me this ad with a nice note about how Free-Range it is. So why is my finger lodged halfway down my throat?
Because it reeks of fake. Because it screams “Faaaaaaaaaaaake!” Because it IS fake. It’s fake like the movies about the ’60s that show tie dyed shirts in way brighter colors than were around back then. Fake like the movies about the Depression where you can tell some film studies intern painstakingly created the holes in the sharecropper’s overalls.
I DO want kids to play with boxes, to build things together, to hang out outside. I DO want parents to look for neighborhoods where kids Free-Range. But when this ideal looks about as realistic as a Martian picnic, and even THEN it can’t show the kids anywhere but safe in a backyard, I despair. Maybe it’s just been a long week on my end, but I’m wondering if anyone else has this reaction. Or maybe it’s time for my Curmudge-apy (curmudgeon therapy). – L