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Today I found myself reading Babble's online features. Babble, fyi, is done by the people who do Nerve, and is a sort of urban parenting kind of thing, full of the hipsters on Nerve who have now procreated and do not want to lose their edge, from what I gather. Now, I may be inclined to believe that I just like it because I'm into personal essays and that kind of thing, and it is done by people cooler than the traditional parent set, but I know that it is broader than that.
I'm not sure whether it is that I am immature or exceptionally mature, or perhaps I've just bought into the youth obsessed culture (though it would be a strange sort of perversion of that), but I love things related to kids. I read Family Circle in dentist offices rather than whatever newsy sort of thing they have, I love young adult novels and children's fiction more than is probably healthy, I love movies that are for people far younger than I, and I find educational theory to be really quite fascinating.
The curious thing about all of this is that I'm not particularly fond of kids, themselves. I mean, though I would always babysit when I was younger, I would tire of it fairly quickly and would end up watching TV if I was lucky (because as previously mentioned, I have absolutely *no* problem with Mary Kate and Ashley Olson videos). I don't have any super desire to have kids anytime soon, and though I think I probably will want to have them, I hope sincerely that I will like my own kids better than I like other people's children (which my mother assures me is the case). I enjoy sarcasm, I like to talk about "adult" topics, and I just do not have the energy to deal with inane games, particularly when they remind me of my own lack of hand eye coordination. I do not want my life to be consumed with crying (either mine or the kids), and like dogs that are always hyper, I often wish that they could just chill the fuck out. I've never though babies were attractive, ever, (the people that coo bewilder me) and though both babies and older kids can be sort of an entertaining diversion, full time seems like way too much.
So why is this? Why do shows like Super Nanny intrigue me, and why is it that I will read advice columns on getting your 4 year old to stop wetting his bed with alacrity? Why do I love media for preteens when most people my age think I'm mental for even being interested? Is it because I only like children on my own terms? That like historical fiction, it's interesting to read about, but I'm glad that it's not my life? Escapism? Or perhaps I'm just lazy or dull, and it's something that is not conceptually difficult to understand. Or perhaps the Gap and its brethren have finally gotten to me, with all their darling pint sized clothing items. Maybe I am just at the level of a 12 year old girl... albeit a dirty one.
Tis all very curious, indeed...
Or perhaps it's just more fun than moot court.
Though I have written procreation in my brief more times than I think I have ever written it. It just doesn't come up very often in casual conversation or academic papers...
In other news, I wish I had a voice. Stylistically. In this, I am jealous of my roommate, and Mr. Ruby.
The end.
I'm not sure whether it is that I am immature or exceptionally mature, or perhaps I've just bought into the youth obsessed culture (though it would be a strange sort of perversion of that), but I love things related to kids. I read Family Circle in dentist offices rather than whatever newsy sort of thing they have, I love young adult novels and children's fiction more than is probably healthy, I love movies that are for people far younger than I, and I find educational theory to be really quite fascinating.
The curious thing about all of this is that I'm not particularly fond of kids, themselves. I mean, though I would always babysit when I was younger, I would tire of it fairly quickly and would end up watching TV if I was lucky (because as previously mentioned, I have absolutely *no* problem with Mary Kate and Ashley Olson videos). I don't have any super desire to have kids anytime soon, and though I think I probably will want to have them, I hope sincerely that I will like my own kids better than I like other people's children (which my mother assures me is the case). I enjoy sarcasm, I like to talk about "adult" topics, and I just do not have the energy to deal with inane games, particularly when they remind me of my own lack of hand eye coordination. I do not want my life to be consumed with crying (either mine or the kids), and like dogs that are always hyper, I often wish that they could just chill the fuck out. I've never though babies were attractive, ever, (the people that coo bewilder me) and though both babies and older kids can be sort of an entertaining diversion, full time seems like way too much.
So why is this? Why do shows like Super Nanny intrigue me, and why is it that I will read advice columns on getting your 4 year old to stop wetting his bed with alacrity? Why do I love media for preteens when most people my age think I'm mental for even being interested? Is it because I only like children on my own terms? That like historical fiction, it's interesting to read about, but I'm glad that it's not my life? Escapism? Or perhaps I'm just lazy or dull, and it's something that is not conceptually difficult to understand. Or perhaps the Gap and its brethren have finally gotten to me, with all their darling pint sized clothing items. Maybe I am just at the level of a 12 year old girl... albeit a dirty one.
Tis all very curious, indeed...
Or perhaps it's just more fun than moot court.
Though I have written procreation in my brief more times than I think I have ever written it. It just doesn't come up very often in casual conversation or academic papers...
In other news, I wish I had a voice. Stylistically. In this, I am jealous of my roommate, and Mr. Ruby.
The end.