I noticed that several of the MLP photos included the children. We cannot bring children to the workplace, and I can understand schools and others advocating parents share interests with their children.

And so we see outrage that men are investing attention in My Little Pony.

Farmers aside, few men and women can take their children to work with them. All too many aren’t working, many workplaces that could let children share their parent’s tasks don’t (OSHA, don’t you know).

My Little Pony is a fantasy. A fantasy like previous generation’s model trains, vicarious life through radio and later TV programs, movies, etc. The story didn’t detail the percentage of men sharing a love of My Little Pony with their own or a friend’s family. They didn’t report whether the MLP interest interfered with family life or with work, or with their children’s development.

We don’t tell our children *why* they should grow up, make a family, and raise children (the perpetuation of society, thus a need that their companion be of sound character, and chosen for their ability in family and child rearing; sexual thrills must come a respectable second). We are several generations since Dr. Spock broke the generational progression, and many parents since that book broke out, were never parented effectively. How, then, should parents recognize the flaws and oversights and errors in whatever amateur or professional advice they receive?

Lissa tagged me some three and a half years ago. I just noticed. Sorry, Lissa.

“Pass it on to five other bloggers, and tell them to open the nearest book to page 56. Write out the fifth sentence on that page, and also the next two to five sentences. The CLOSEST BOOK, NOT YOUR FAVORITE, OR MOST INTELLECTUAL!”

Let me grab that The Moon Goddess and the Son, copyright 1986 by author Donald Kingsbury, Baen Books, from the floor, and knock off the dust bunnies. It has been waiting there since 2008, you know. Anyway. Page 56, fifth sentence, plus two-five more.

The road twisted and climbed, too narrow to be comfortable. Amanda dove like a mad Arab to the summit of the Shara range.

“There,” she said.

From behind a dynamited cutting, the land fell away into vast ethereal panorama. The white walls of the village Elji lay below, embedded in trees and patches of vegetation.

Now for the five blogger tags. Hm, it has probably been long enough, I don’t have to mind about re-tagging someone. .

• New Jovian Thunderbolt. I remember back when. .
• Jennifer from In Jennifer’s Head
• Nancy R.
• Billll at Billll’s Idle Mind. Love the squirrel cannon story.Even without the moving parts.
• and Kate

Enjoy!

Sexy, sleek, provocative, fashionable. What matters, over time, is who raises children, and how they raise them.

But here in America, we don’t tell our children that their faith, their family, their community, state, and nation expect and require them to make a family, to have children, and to raise them to be the next generation of our family, our community, our state.

We don’t tell our children that they don’t want a date, someone to sleep with and have sex with — they need to focus, from the time they are interested in intimate companions, on whether that companion is going to be a respectful, well adjusted, honorable and responsible mate and co-parent.