Saturday, February 7, 2009

kids in a bubble

YES, the answer is a resounding yes:
Yet, I wonder sometimes if avoiding the vinyl lunch box — I don’t care if it has “Hello Kitty” on the front — is just another blade in a helicopter parent’s propeller, another version of the overzealous monitoring that has produced kids who leave for college without ever having crossed the street by themselves. In this era when children symbolize emotional fulfillment rather than free household labor, we cling to the belief that if we just do everything right — starting with what a woman eats before she’s even pregnant — we can protect them from pain or failure or sadness.
(Also, "the smugly green hamlet of Berkeley, CA" is the best description I've read in awhile. Even the public schools are required to serve organic lunches. Chain businesses are considered the impending doom to civilization. No one microwaves plastic anymore. Still, I guess I'd much rather live around that kind of nut job than the Hollywood nut job in Socal or the Bible-thumpin' Edumucation-hatin' nut job in Oklahoma, but really, are there no normal moderate rough-and-tumble-raised-kids communities anymore? Maybe I should move to New Hampshire.)