Like Setting a Time Bomb
So I was channel surfing a few hours ago and came across a rerun of a special on Richard Pryor. This particular segment dealt with Pryor’s use of taboo language, and I watched for a few minute before I realized two things:
1) The network was not censoring out all of the taboo words. Especially not one that Pryor used repeatedly and with great vigor in discussing race.
2) Alex was three-quarters asleep on my lap. Which means she was one quarter awake.
I’m expecting the note home from her teachers any day now . . .
About Dave Thomer
Born and raised in Philadelphia. Studied philosophy at Fordham University in the Bronx, where I made many great friends and met my wonderful wife. We moved back to Philadelphia, where I studied philosophy some more and became a teacher. Online and off, I'm looking for ways that we can be better citizens and build stronger communities.
Friday, January 6th 2006 at 1:31 am |
My niece recently uttered the phrase “I want my damn bottle!”
Moments later, someone else in the family said “Who the hell taught her how to talk like that?”
I rest my case. I think the only words I’ve taught her are “Sampson!” and “Pac-Man!”
Friday, January 6th 2006 at 8:46 am |
Alex has actually been employing the phrase “What the heck is that?” over and over again in an effort to garner attention. What’s amusing is that she calls your attention to it right after. “I said that word.” So I just ignore her, and she moves on to some other means of attention-grabbing, such as pushing the ottoman down the stairs.
Friday, January 6th 2006 at 9:50 pm |
Ah, yes. Buying the ottoman with the attached wheels was not one of my finer parenting moemnts.