Parent, to be specific. Reading, thinking, watching, consolidating knowledge and generally getting ideas together in consultation with beloved has led us both, but me in particular, to some pretty conservative conclusions.
I don't agree with the article in the weekend Age about kids watching TV. It was shite. It claimed TV was fine because it doesn't make kids into chronic criminals. Well I don't care, it's full of crap, dumbed down, and teaches values like wanting to dress like Britney Spears.
I want my child to have a better education than I did. I learned a good deal because I read heaps, but really what I got from 12 years of school was negligible. I want them to read literature, comprehensively study history, and get exposed to music and other fine arts in a way I wasn't. One dumbed-off semester in year 9 playing recorders is not- I repeat not Miss Piccone you fraud- an education in music.
I don't want my child surrounded by the children of parents who let them watch TV all night, eat takeaway dogshit and have every stupid gadget under the sun. That means my child will understandably want those things too, and feel left out if they don't have them. The peer group can so often be tuned to the lowest common denomination.
It's a form of conservative, but it's not a Liberal Party form of conservative.
Someone asked me the other day how I'd cope if the child is gay. Fan-fucking-tastic, I replied. If they're a boy they'll learn to dress themselves quicker and if they're a girl I avoid the stress of wanting to draw-and-quarter various boyfriends. Seriously, can't see why this creates issues for some dads.
In fact, I couldn't think of a better place to bring up kids than a suburb like the one we're in now, with a huge population of lesbian parents. At least the schools won't be crawling with dumb jocks.
Yeah yeah, I know, I need to refocus on the vomit, strollers, and buying the baby's first Bonds singlet. But it's hard. I feel so vividly conscious of the fact that we're responsible for another life here, a life and a lifetime.
Challenging family photography - From Susan Copich’s “Domestic Bliss” series. Before you click on the link I should warn you that her black humour extends to suicide and infanticide.
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