Somebody sew this girl an apron!

11 year olds *need* birth control, brought to you by your local feminists

Maine Middle School to Issue Birth Control Pills

OK, I am really late on responding to this, but I was in a life induced blogging coma. So sue me. And as a mother of an 11 year old girl, I am still appalled by this I am exercising my blog given rights as a contributor to yell about it.

Portland School Committee member Sarah Thompson, also the mother of a King
eighth-grader, supported the policy, even though it made her
"uncomfortable."

"I know I've done my job as a parent," Thompson said. "[But
there] may be a time when she doesn't feel comfortable coming to me ... [and]
not all these kids have a strong parental advocate at home."

Well thank you Ms. Thompson! After all you've done your job. You've tactically and publicly give your child and every other child permission to engage in sex at 11. If I lived in your school district I would be making plans to move, immediately.

And maybe I missed the parental lecture on Doing the Job, but somehow I was under the impression that parenting involved providing some structure, giving guidance, setting a standard, and protecting the innocence of a child. Oh and I didn't realize that the whole parenting job ended in 7th grade. 8th graders are mini-adults. OK.

Before you lecture me on how my so called protection must involve stifling or muzzling my child, let me tell you I have discussed in open and easy conversations with my daughter about her body and changes in as she has approached and entered puberty. We have discussed sexuality. She has been comfortable and began many of these conversations. I am pretty comfortable in saying that I know what she knows and is thinking about. But here's the key, when I have these conversations with her I am able to frame them, give her a context that she can understand and a measure of stability so she feels comfortable.

You have just thrown these kids, all of them, to the lions.

See I will grant you that there are children as young as 11 having sex. I'm not unfeeling or unaware of the problems that they are facing. I would like to see them given some structure and guidance. I'd like to see them put under 24 hour surveillance actually, but I admit that's probably not going to happen.

But here's the thing, you know - I know you know - that there will be an increase of children having sex at 11 because of this. OK maybe it will only double, instead of 5 you'll have 10. And in a few years that will double again, maybe 20. But the facts are it will increase. And all of the other children will have to go through it with them.

All of a sudden around them will be sexualized children. It will impact them. How could it not? Were you not a child? Did you never feel the pressure to fit in? To grow up? To set aside your "babyish" habits and act more like an adult? I know I sure did.

But not so much at 11.

My daughter, I am fairly comfortable, would simply have to grow up a little more. She has a foundation, an inner strength and a Mom who is there. Physically there. But still I mourn a little for that loss. Adulthood is so long, and childhood so short. Thanks for championing the loss.

And there in short lies my blaming the feminists. You see it used to be that mothers were there. Kids were allowed their full allotment of childhood, because mothers were there. We were supervising, we were monitoring. We were involved in their lives. And for the rare mother that wasn't the others were there watching and helping. Kids were given the freedom to be children. Because Mothers were there.

Now were so often gone, sure we keep tabs on them. Maybe they have to call in. But are we really there? Do they have a parent around when they are around. Knowing where they are and what they are doing? Knowing what they're watching on television. So often we don't.

And through the years we've allowed other influences to take our place. Slowly but surely we have sexualized our children, by our examples, by media influences, by the simple lack of us not being there, but others were.

And now we have a situation where some 11 year olds need access birth control. You say give it to them. I say, let's return to parenting not just while they are babies, toddlers or preschoolers. But all the way.

Every single one of us chose to become a parent. We chose it! With all the availability of birth control and a society that provides and promotes our "choices" even after a baby is growing and developing. We chose to become parents. Now we have to do it.

Or they will.

Think you got it bad?

You could be cleaning house...with one leg...in a crazy black and white spandex outfit.

Count your blessings.

Good Women Don't Mind Being On The Bottom Or Giving Up Their Bottoms

I hope that Mrs. Crybaby Jones doesn't object to me subverting the mission of this blog for just a moment to post a personal ad.
Okay ladies, I'm prepared to make you a special offer good for today only. Are you in the market for pants? Yes? Well, I have some very exciting news for you. We here at La Casa De Infidel realized that we don't really need TWO people wearing the pants around here. Papi fills his out quite nicely and so I'm abdicating my position as a fellow pants-wearer. All pants must GO GO GO.........for a LOW LOW LOW price! We've stacked em deep and now we're sellin em cheap! No reasonable offers refused!

OBO or will swap for a few fancy corsets and cankle-length denim jumpers with matching hairbows.

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In conclusion

National Boss Day is October 16

Now ladies, we all know who the boss of our home is. No, it's not us, you sillies!

National Boss Day is a scant week away, and I know you'll want to be ready with lots of great ideas to make the Big Guy's day that much more pleasant than we're hopefully already making it. Let's get a forum going, shall we? I'll post an idea, and I'd love it if you ladies would follow suit in comments. We'll get a nice little list together.

Here's my idea:

1) You know those sweaty gym clothes he insists on leaving all over the bathroom floor? The ones that smell like week-old butt? Pick them up ever so tenderly, give them a big hug - that's right, bury your pert little nose right in them - put them in your best large cooking pot, add some water and soap, and lovingly boil those stinky clothes clean. Sure, it could leave a "foul odor" in your kitchen, which might possibly permeate your living room. But he's worth it, right?

After draining, rinse them with a nice fabric softener. Then dry them slowly and carefully with your hair dryer. Not too fast! We don't want that sweet little jockstrap scorched, now do we? When the clothes are dry, iron them gently and hang them carefully on a hanger for next week's Ward Basketball Night.

And you ladies? What do you have for us?

A Woman's Place.......Is Next To The Charmin Display At The Grocery Store

I swear my Papi only needs me to provide his Mexican Casserole sustenance in the evening, bareth and reareth his children, and bring him toilet paper when he's in the vulnerable toilet-roosting position. That man should have married a freakin St. Bernard so he would always have someone loyal and at the ready to bring in TP supplies when bathroom emergencies hit. There's just nothing I hate more than sitting down for a busy evening of darning socks by the soft glow of our pioneer angels nightlight and to have my solitude shattered by him screeching, "Meleeeeesa. Girlie, are you there? I need some more toilet paper!!!"

Is this my burden in life to hoist onto my already sagging shoulders? I suppose that I must gird up in the face of challenge and maybe fate will smile kindly upon me and provide with some nice dollar-off toilet paper coupons.