Something, Something, Burt Ward
Bells said:
Children don't have a meltdown and don't resort to pornography if they see a nipple or naked butt. Instead it would (and has) [elicited] screams of "LOOK MUMMY, A BUTT!!"..
(Sorry, that time the correction seemed really necessary, given context and all.)
It's the weirdest thing. To the one, there are the idiots like I saw in N'O'leans. To the other, there are the people who are prudish but, at least, smart enough to figure out that the the French Quarter is not a place to take a child unless you're cool with everything that goes on—and, I suppose, also prepared to offer responsible explanations to the child of what one has witnessed.
To yet another, though, like Zaphod's third arm for ski-boxing, seems a larger-than-acknowledged body of people who just don't care. My kid acknowledges cussing and nudity with demonstrative shame or ... ye gads, what's the word ... is
demurity a word? ... because it's expected from other people. After all my subversive efforts to make that sort of shit no big deal, she's
still making a big deal out of things because, well, like you noted ....
To the other, I suppose it's a better place to be than some alternatives.
I think of C and T, daughters of a friend of mine; Em would probably respond positively if we did the Solstice Parade with them this year. Next year. Whatever. Summer. Knowing that she is not the only person her age who would rather just shrug it off and enjoy the atmosphere—seriously, C, the older daughter, would roll her eyes at the, 'Look, Mommy, a butt!' from T, and Em, who is T's age, could easily figure the two and two—would probably be healthy. There is the schoolroom, of course, and the schoolyard, but that's hardly the sort of place to be breaking those unhealthy notions. And there are her cousins, raised in the prudish, Edwardian, Lutheran, Seattle way. It's funny, though, because I'm also gratified in a way; she tells me sometimes when people around her are saying stupid things. This is rewarding because it's part of the reason I am a subversive parent; I was fascinated with all things sex and cussing and dirty and wrong. Turns out, most of them weren't that big a deal. When her peers are going gaga for the latest
GTA rage, Em will be able to say, "Been there, done that. Hell's wrong witchoo?" Indeed, I see hints of it already. But there is still that ridiculously prudish tang about how she tells the story. That is, I get why she disclaims, "I'm just telling you what someone said", when talking to her grandmother. But I've raised her intentionally so that she doesn't have to say that to me.
Win some, lose some. My kid's alright.
Some sort of closing note goes here, but I forget what it is since the young lady just walked into the room.