While it might be annoying, I think it's good. A kid can check out a book on human sexuality and a parent doesn't need to know (esp. if the parent doesn't think it's a topic s/he worth talking about).

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.

That's a good point.

Whew! Maybe it's not his SQL after all. Further investigation shows some discrepancy between data that should be the same in two different schemas. That's a much shorter conversation, and one I can illustrate easily.

Hee. I remember trying to check out stuff from the Adult section (not like XXXAdult, just not from the Kids section) and the librarian refused to do it -- I was 7 or so. My mom was all "WTF? She can check out whatever the hell she wants!"

She got my kiddo book limit upped to - there was a 3 book max if you were a certain age, and Mom was all "We live in the country. She will be done with 3 books in 2 hours. Do you see the grocery sack I brought? Please, give her as many as she wants."

Bless my mom and dad. Daddy also defended my book rights. One day in 6th grade -- after I was done with my schoolwork, I might add -- my teacher "caught" me reading a book. It was -- gasp!- a Silhouette Desire. Remember, with the flaming red COVERS OF SIN?

She marched me down to the principal's office, and called my parents. Innappropriate, unsuitable, porn OMFG in the classroom!

Daddy was home sick, which happened like once every 5 years. Heh. He came down like the logical wrath of god on her head. "Was she done with her work?"

"Er..yes. But this book is just --"

"Are you telling me what I should or should not allow my child to read?"

"Um, well, but in the classroom, this..."

"WE are the ones who make the decisions regarding what Erin is capable of reading. WE have discussed material in books with her. WE decide what she can or cannot read. And WE have decided she is capable of reading this book."

Bless him, I think he would have done the same thing if I had been reading "A Child's Guide to Porn -- Find Out How!" He was pissed.

I got home, and he looked at the book in question ("The Cowboy Zillionaire's Secret Baby Mama Virgin Bride" or some such), snorted, and lumbered over to the bookshelf, picked out the bodice-ripper with the most lurid, pornoriffic cover, and told me to take that book to school tomorrow.

There are reasons I adore my father.

I've never said this before, but Erin's dad is awesome!

Erin, I love both your parents, but especially your dad!!

I had an English teacher in high school pick up my Silhouette Desire book off the top of my stack of books before class started. She then proceeded to open the book all the way up, bending the front cover to the back cover (arrrrgh!!!) and then read a random passage in a very mocking way. It really pissed me off to no end that she felt the need to mock my reading choice to the entire class, not to mention the way she mangled my book.

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.

This is true of my one Nigerian friend, but I suspect it's true of most people from most countries.

My dad is tops!

And Kathy, as an English teacher, I feel the sudden urge to find this woman and kick her in the shins. Really hard.

Twice.

Pink kitchen featured in Apartment Therapy. (A few days old, so may have been linked already?)

Pink kitchen featured in Apartment Therapy

The comments say they're inspired to make cupcakes. I'm afraid I was inspired to get rid of half the stuff so it didn't look so claustrophic.