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Diatribe

That’s it.  Glee just put me over the edge.   These past 24 hours have given me enough reason to pack my children up and move to the Himalayas until they’re 21. Hideous, horrible details keep falling out of the awful mess that is the Sandusky/Penn State scandal.  I’m not going to recap them all, because anyone who has a news channel app on his smartphone, or listens to ESPN radio, or lives where we do, where there’s a Nittany Lion sticker on every other car, knows the details as soon as they hit the wire.  But the piece that actually has brought tears to my eyes is the growing number of people who learned of or knew what was (yes, allegedly, but c’mon) happening to these little boys and didn’t do anything about it.  No one stopped an instance of abuse when he saw it happening.  No one called the police.   There is a rage that fills my heart that feels an awful lot like hurt and pity. Children trusted adults, and were failed by coaches and university administrators. A local elementary school teacher who plead guilty…

How The Royal Wedding Makes Me Want a Sandwich

I turned on the TV today so SK could watch a little Clifford. I must’ve hesitated a bit too long on coverage leading up to the royal wedding, because SK finally turned to me and said, “Mom, are they married yet? Why not?” I guess Wills and Kate have been a part of the household conversations more than I’d like to admit. I just finished reading Peggy Orenstein’s Cinderella Ate My Daughter, which is all about the effects of the girly-girl culture–with all its princesses and glitter wands and glossy perfection–on girls growing up today. It basically reinforced every fear both David and I have had about the “girlie” stuff and validated my defensive pride when SK opts for Lightning McQueen instead of My Little Pony. I am a modern woman, I think, and therefore an aware mom. Yes, my daughter asks to paint her nails, but by golly she’ll go kick around a soccer ball before the polish has dried. We are rising above, dagnabit! Please. I’m so full of baloney that you could make a sandwich out of my…