Happy Gotcha day, msbelle and mac!
ita, maybe the material of the chair makes his trousers pill, or maybe it itches him through the fabric of trousers?
Question for the Hivemind:
The library just called to tell me that the book Julia put on hold the other day has just come in.
Her: This is the Library, may I please speak to Julia?
Me: She's in school.
Her: Please tell her her book has come in. We'll hold it until the 11th.
Me: What book is it, again?
Her: I can't tell you.
Me: Oh, I'm sorry. I'm her mom.
Her: She has privacy rights.
Me: ...
Me: She's 11.
Her: She has privacy rights.
Me: Oh...uh...okay. I know what book it is, I just wanted to tell her, because she's been looking for a couple of books lately. Never mind. Thanks. Bye.
...
Eleven year olds have privacy rights? Now, I'm particularly perturbed or anything. That just sounded factitious to me.
Is this some sort of library code (perhaps in response to the intrusive Patriot Act) or is it a legal right, or what? Does anyone know.
(Not that it matters, but I do know what book she put on hold, she told me the other day when she got home from the library (where Scott took her). It's one of the Vampire Kisses series -- a YA vampire romance by Ellen Schrieber. I just disremember the title.)
No plane babies, Jess!
Randomosity: Look at the talent in the 1917 edition of the Ziegfield Follies: W.C. Fields, Will Rogers, Eddie Cantor, Fanny Brice ("Funny Girl") and Bert Williams (one of the most biggest Vaudevillians of the day, a black man who performed in black face and who popularized "Hello, My Baby" - it's his style that Michigan J. Frog emulates in One Froggy Evening).
Eleven year olds have privacy rights? Now, I'm particularly perturbed or anything. That just sounded factitious to me.
In this circumstance, I'm pretty sure they don't. Can an eleven year-old even get a library card without a parent to sign for it?
Is this some sort of library code (perhaps in response to the intrusive Patriot Act) or is it a legal right, or what?
Maybe Librarians are just feeling feisty on the subject after the incursions of the Patriot Act era.
"Hello, My Baby"
Earwormed now, but there are definitely worse ones.
Hubby was telling me about a girl he knew in high school who was from one of the Nigerian noble families, and she hated everyone who didn't look exactly like her. She adopted Hubby as "I need a person to talk to who has a brain and doesn't make me want to slap them every second, you're it." Apparently more than once one of the local blacks would call her "sister", and she would slug them as hard as she could and go off on a tirade about half-breeds and such. And then Hubby--damn, I wish I'd seen him when he was 17 and working out with the male gymnasts all the time--would step in to keep her from being hit back. He said she was the most racist person he ever met, but she at least despised most everyone and he wishes he could see her talk to some of the white supremacists.
Can an eleven year-old even get a library card without a parent to sign for it?
When Ben got his library card (maybe he was first or second grade, I can't even remember), I took all three kids down and got them cards. Julia and Chris were probably toddlers or just out of toddlerhood, so I must have signed, even though they were all like, "I have my rights!"
I pay the fricking bill when they lose the books, I'll tell you what.
Is this some sort of library code (perhaps in response to the intrusive Patriot Act) or is it a legal right, or what?
The ALA says (in its recommendations for developing privacy policies):
Librarians should not breach a minor's confidentiality by giving out information readily available to the parent from the minor directly. Libraries should take great care to limit the extenuating circumstances in which they release such information.
eta: And while minors do not have the same privacy rights as adults, they do have some rights to privacy. Where the lines are varies from state to state.
Is this some sort of library code (perhaps in response to the intrusive Patriot Act) or is it a legal right, or what?
She had no way of knowing who you were. For all she knows, you were a crazy visiting relative.
Bless her. The fact that the library didn't care what I checked out and my parents didn't pay attention probably preserved whatever dregs of sanity I have. If someone had told my dad what I was checking out, there would have been one more round of him screaming at me. It could have been a perfectly innocuous book that he decided was a waste of time.
maybe the material of the chair makes his trousers pill, or maybe it itches him through the fabric of trousers?
He's in jeans. And he carefully adjusted the towel before he sat down this morning, so he's still paying attention to it.
a girl he knew in high school who was from one of the Nigerian noble families, and she hated everyone who didn't look exactly like her
I have a cousin who hates Nigerians because she thinks they're the only black people whose superiority complex tops the Jamaican one. And the last thing she wants is her sense of superiority topped. Which takes some doing. I don't know enough Nigerians to have a sense of their national identity in that way, but I'm pretty unlikely to agree with her. There is a big culture divide, and I bristle when black Americans call me sister, or when anyone calls me African-American. It's just not that simple.
