- My thought on the Kavanaugh affair (well, on sexual assault in general): I honestly feel like some women are crying wolf for various reasons. It seems like something accidental or even looking at a woman the wrong way is now considered sexual assault if it is a painted a certain way. If that is really the case, then high school was one long, drawn-out assault, and practically every high school boy is an assailant. True, drawing the line is difficult, especially when it’s one person’s word against another’s, but the definition of “sexual assault” unfortunately tends to be flexible.
- Parenting books. Usually, if I tell someone I’m reading a parenting book, they start laughing because there is apparently nothing about parenting that can be learned from a book. But I find them useful because they seem to give at least an idea of what to expect, even though all the ones I’ve flipped through come with the caveat that “every child is unique. Don’t freak out if he or she doesn’t meet each milestone exactly on time.” OK. Easier said than done, I guess.
- Everybody needs to read We Are Not Ourselves by Matthew Thomas. I’ve read a lot of “realistic fiction,” but this book is by far the most realistic of all the realistic fiction I’ve ever read and one of the better books I have read so far this year. Yes, it is incredibly sad, but it’s sad because everything in it is true. Nothing is sugar coated. The book is pretty long, but it is actually a fairly quick read.
I’m sure everyone has heard about the terrorist attack at the Ariana Grande concert in Manchester. These attacks no longer surprise me, and I find myself experiencing the same feeling of ennui that I got after hearing about what seemed like the millionth school shooting.
This has, sadly enough, become commonplace. It is and it will continue to be the new state of affairs for as long as our world leaders vacillate and talk and take no action against what is undeniably a threat. I have no words of anti-terrorism wisdom, just sadness because of the fact that nowhere is safe and a hint of disgust at how the enemy managed to win twice.
Ariana Grande is a children’s TV actress turned pop star, much like Selena Gomez and Miley Cyrus before her. As such, she fell into the same downward spiral and became an icon of self-centeredness, coquettishly singing about sex and dancing and parties.
I heard that 9- and 10-year-old children were at her concert… children who never should have been there in the first place, because this is what they were listening to:
From the song “Love Me Harder”:
And if in the moment you bite your lip
When I get you moaning you know it’s real
Can you feel the pressure between your hips?
I’ll make it feel like the first time
From the song “Bang Bang”:
Bang bang there goes your heart (I know ya want it)
Back, back seat of my car (I’ll let ya have it)
Wait a minute lemme take you there (ah)
Wait a minute till ya (ah)
From the song “Side to Side”:
I’m talkin’ to ya
See you standing over there with your body
Feeling like I wanna rock with your body
And we don’t gotta think ’bout nothin’ (‘Bout nothin’)
We live in a strange world. It is sad and distressing that the terrorist may have focused on the Ariana Grande concert because perhaps he knew that children, the most innocent ones, would be there. But it is also sad that children’s parents allow them to listen to this kind of music with these lyrics.
I am praying for the victims, for the survivors, and for the world to come to its senses. We can’t let the enemy keep winning.
- In the last Thursday Three, I wrote about the biasedness of journalism. Apparently, it’s not only journalism. This article talks about the case of biased language in a geography textbook. I don’t care whether the biased language is slanted to the right or to the left. History, geography, and all other subjects should be portrayed as objectively as possible, or else we are doing a great disservice to the kids (and others) who learn it. It’s sad when the publisher’s agenda has become more important than telling the truth and using precise language in which to tell it.
- A great post on Mere Observations got me thinking about the phenomenon of how we can be together, yet alone. There have been countless times when I’m driving along on the highway and I turn my head to see the driver in the lane beside me with his phone in his hand texting. Then there are the people I see talking on the phone in their cars at six in the morning. We cannot bear the alone-ness of the solo commute, so we turn to our gadgets to bring us connections. Yet at the same time, when we are physically together, we are still miles apart, texting on those same gadgets. Our hearts are restless.
- As for NaNoWriMo, I’m basically where I was last week with my idea. I have some threads of a plot now, but I’m not quite sure how to bring them together. My original idea came from a bad dream I had in which my brother was trapped in the Internet, but as with all dreams, that one wouldn’t translate as well to the page as it seemed like it would in my head, so I played with it until it began to make sense as a story. Instead of being trapped in the Internet, my characters are going to get trapped in an alternate universe of sorts. So that should be good enough to hold my interest for 30 days and 50,000 words.