Thinking about introducing my 12-yo son to an Amazon Women on the Moon and Attack of the Killer Tomatoes double feature.
Posts tagged “parenthood”
I love The Octonauts, although I do sometimes worry it’s giving my son an unrealistic perception of the coffee consumption rate of the average undersea exploration headquarters polar bear captain.
Every parent in the US who sends their kids to school knows that they are playing a lottery – today could be the day that their kid is shot. It could happen anywhere, any time. There’s no safe place.
It’s utterly, utterly fucking insane that we live like this.
@drvolts
I’m not terrified of inflation or student loan debt.
I’m not terrified of global warming or tornadoes or hurricanes.
I’m not terrified of nuclear war or Russia or China.
I’m not terrified of COVID or monkeypox or salmonella.
I’m terrified of dropping my son off at kindergarten.
I still can’t believe they spent weeks hyping first ever live performance of We Don’t Talk about Bruno so every kid convinced parents to let them stay up late on a school night and then they performed that weird We Don’t Talk About Bruno (Oscar 2022 Version) instead. Kids hated.
We Aren’t Just Watching the Decline of the Oscars. We’re Watching the End of the Movies.
Great New York Times Opinion article by Ross Douthat but it misses 2 biggest reasons:
- fear of always-armed, gun-toting public and
- tix + dinner + babysitter + $12 popcorn = car payment
There’s got to be some way to harness the energy produced by a 6yo spending 20+ minutes to chew a single fish stick bite. Is someone working on this?
They are taking so many things with them:
their sewing machines and fine china,their ability to fold a newspaper
with one hand and swat a fly.They are taking their rotary telephones,
and fat televisions, and knitting needles,their cast iron frying pans, and Tupperware.
They are packing away the picnicsand perambulators, the wagons
and church socials. They are wrapped inlipstick and big band music, dressed
in recipes. Buried with them: bathtubswith feet, front porches, dogs without leashes.
These are the people who raised meand now I am left behind in
a world without paper letters,a place where the phone
has grown as eager as a weed.I am going to miss their attics,
their ordinary coffee, their chickenfried in lard. I would give anything
to be ten again, up late with themin that cottage by the river, buying
Marvin Gardens and passing go,collecting two hundred dollars.
Faith Shearin, “Telling the Bees”, 2015
Christmas Presents for Kids
Ornaments make great gifts!