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My favorite zebra lover, adoptionblogger on two fronts, and all around nice person, Nancy Spoolstra, is working overtime to get the word out on adoption, and with the proper spin, in her neck of the woods.
Writing as she does from her home in Kansas, Nancy has an article in her local newspaper that urges the public to, “be more educated about adoption.”
Good on you, Nancy!
And speaking of the written word …
A book called “Schoolyard Rhymes” is getting flack from parents in Maine.
Supposed to get kids interested in reading, 18,000 copies of a book of rhymes silly enough to bring up a giggle in a five-year old were passed out through the state’s “Read With Me” literacy project. Apparently, however, some parents are not amused.
Call me a raging liberal with few scruples when it comes to such things, but PAALEEEASSE!
For one thing, words are just words. Although I do know that a selection of words can be hurtful, and therefore should be chosen well and with consequences one is prepared to deal with in mind, I do not think words can be dirty. And even if I broke out in a rash every time someone used the ‘S’ word, or even the ‘F’ word, which I do not, how bothered would I be by? …
One rhyme says “Boys go to Jupiter to get more stupider.” Another says, “ladies and gentlemen, take my advice, pull down your pants and slide on the ice.”
Thinking back to what was uproariously funny before the age of six or so, those are both pretty good. Almost as hilarious as, “I see England, I see France, I see Sandra’s underpants”, and other such sidesplitting ditties.
I’m not all that jazzed about the, “get more stupider” line, though. I’m a firm believer in the idea that if you’re going to insult someone, you should do it grammatically.
