A tragedy occurred in Portland, OR, just a few days ago: A girl who went to bed after her dad’s birthday party was found dead 20 minutes later with a giant Mylar balloon somehow (the articles make it impossible to understand how) over her head. The theory is that perhaps she was trying to breathe in the helium to make her voice sound funny, but somehow this went hideously awry. All of which is enough to make your heart go sort of crazy with sadness and horror. But of course, we are not allowed to leave it at that. After…
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In a piece I wrote for today’s New York Post, I talk about how the Oscars seemed completely fixated on the evils of not just racism, but rape. Especially child rape. The Academy Award for best film was about child rape (“Spotlight”), the best actress was in a movie about abduction and rape (“Room”), and the Vice President showed up and spoke about campus rape (as if it’s more prevalent than off-campus rape, which it’s not). Then rape survivors were featured on stage, and Lady Gaga sang about rape. And when ABC cut to commercials, often it was to advertise…
Last week, I wrote about the viral video of a man shouting at a woman for letting her baby wait in the car while she ran a short errand at Target. One commenter commented on a comment (how’s THAT for modern life?) and I thought it bore repeating. She was dumbstruck by the way the comments on the original video condemned the mom not for what DID happen, not for what was even anywhere near LIKELY to happen in the course of a short errand on a mild day, but what MIGHT have happened under far different circumstances. Wrote OUR…
. In this case, it’s a baby lamb the 3-year-old delivers. Brought to you by a blog that believes we are a culture with amnesia when it comes to remembering how capable, competent and curious kids are naturally. And as for the neigh-sayers? Baaaah humbug. . .
I was just whistling the Beatles’ “I Saw Her Standing There,” which famously begins, “Well she was just 17, you know what I mean?” I believe I do know. Which made me think: John Lennon wrote the “You know what I mean?” line. He and the Beatles sang this song on Ed Sullivan in 1964, when John was 24. If he’d actually, um, followed through with anyone 17 — you know what I mean? — by today’s laws he would be a rapist in 11 American states where the age of consent is 18. These include California, Virginia, Oregon and…
If only there was a law preventing parents from making rational decisions about how to raise their beloved kids! That seems to be the consensus, at least about this particular case, as presented by this particular station: KHQ Spokane reported that a man noticed a baby in a car in a Target parking lot and confronted the mom as she returned after her brief errand. “You do not leave a baby in the car!” cried the man, Jon Evans, even though — clearly — she did leave the baby in the car, and the baby was fine. As babies generally…
This essay at Nature Play Nanny gets at one of my pet peeves: nature visits that treat the great outdoors like the Louvre — magnificent, precious, and only to be appreciated with a guide: “Which group are you supposed to be with? Are you here with a parent? Where is your mom?” I heard the woman snappishly asking these questions, but at first I didn’t realize she was speaking to one of my children. We were at one of the nature centers we visit frequently, and the woods were buzzing with groups of school kids. One of the groups was…
Voila, vintage footage of the now defunct Ontario Place — Children’s Village, a giant playground I’d never heard of. Designed by Eric McMillan, it included a “Punching Bag Forest,” as well as an enormous air mattress, and something called a “Snake Tube Crawl.” It was incredibly popular. What struck me most upon watching this 1973 clip, however, is that the particular din in the background — screams and laughter — is a sound mixture I just don’t hear a whole lot these days. Screams indicate a certain level of fear and excitement that is not necessarily encouraged. If something is…
. This carpool lane poster is getting a lot of Facebook cheers for teaching parents a lesson: . . “Are you delivering your son’s forgotten lunch” the poster begins. “His sports equipment? His binder or homework? Please turn around and save yourself from…’The Walk of Shame.'”After all, the poster points out, your kid will not starve or lose his starting position or fail to become President just because of this small screw up. All true. So why am I not chorusing in with my kudos? Because while I agree that kids can learn from their mistakes, I also think that…
. When it comes to kids and 23-metric ton apatosauruses, we’ve learned you just can’t be TOO careful. But at the time Syd Hoff’s Danny and the Dinosaur was published back in 1958, nobody even considered the terrible example it was setting for our most vulnerable populations — sauropods and impressionable children — by making it seem ACCEPTABLE (or, worse, FUN!) to lift telephone wires when galavanting about town: < Thank goodness when the book was re-released in the ’80s, Danny is shown encountering only non-electrified clotheslines, so he no longer models dangerous dinosaur-riding/telephone-line-lifting behavior. Who knows how many…