That "what" at the end is gut-punchingly perfect for expressing The Emotion.
literally every time Particularly Stressful News happens, Mort starts getting notes again, and its always bittersweet to me. Like, on the one hand it reminds me of how much shit sucks right now. But on the other hand, i'm glad people find comfort in Mort and his silly little hat. i'm glad he's making people's days a little bit better still.
Scarlet ibises are vivid red wading birds native to South America and the Caribbean. They inhabit wetlands, feeding mainly on crustaceans, which give them their striking color (crustaceans like shrimp and crabs contain the carotenoid astaxanthin responsible for the color). Known for their long, curved bills and social behavior, scarlet ibises often nest in large colonies near water.
A Scarlet Ibis for you.
On the subject about parents needing to control their child's reading and invade their privacy in order to "protect" them from "inappropriate material:
Until I was in....college? At least? The vast, vast majority of the books I read were either a) assigned by my school or b) (the vast majority of my reading) provided to me by my mother.
My mom is a librarian. She filled our rooms with books, picked especially for us. She pointed out books on the shelves in our home library (separate from our bedroom shelves) that she thought we would like. She bought us books for birthdays, Christmas, and just stacks of recommendations. She once paid me $10 to read one of the Cirque Du Freak books because she said I needed "to be exposed to bad literature."
She respected my privacy in room, didn't go through my belongings. She explicitly pointed out to us that she wouldn't know if we took a particular book of the shelf, as long as we returned it, if we didn't want her to know we were reading it. She purposely brought us books that she didn't care for herself, because she thought we might find them valuable or enjoyable.
And if we wanted to read something she thought might upset or disturb us, she would explain why. She wouldn't stop us from reading it - just ask us to check in with her, to talk through it.
And so when I read something that upset or disturbed me, I would go to her. She would listen and talk through it with me.
If she said she didn't think I would like something, or that a book might disturb me, or that she thought I should wait until I was older, I listened to her.
She didn't need restrictions or control to protect me. Because she proved I could trust her.
Controlling kids is never about "protecting" them. It's just about control.
Yo, @nebulafem, before I block and report you for the...double checks your blog your blog just to make sure I read that right...jesus fucking christ, the fucking holocaust denial, maybe take some time to think about the fact that you read a post about a parent creating trust in their child by respecting their privacy and immediately starting fantasizing about how the "freaks" are all obsessed with 'sexualizing children'.
(Particularly funny here b/c I'm a sex-repulsed asexual and while my mom did give me stuff that that had explicit sex scenes, she would warn me and mark them for me so I could skip past them b/c she knew they would make me uncomfortable.)
If you think every conversation about what is or is not appropriate for children to read (and how much or how little control adults should have over that) is secretly about pornography, I think you should go to therapy to figure out why you do that.
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