I am the first to admit that parenting is a ridiculously tough job. It’s a task that is both Sisyphean and Herculean. It’s a GordianĀ knot and even when it goes well, it’s often a Pyrrhic victory. What I’m saying is, it’s hard on a Greek level. It’s the most important job I have, and I never feel completely satisfied with my performance. But as difficult as parenting is, I resent it when other people try to do it for me.
So I get angry when parent groups try to influence what can be shown on TV, or when a particular religious group protests a movie that they find offensive. Or when a stuffy psychiatrist from the fifties tells me what can and can’t be put in a comic book. ↓ Read the rest of this entry…