It’s 2019. The book policy debate began in 2016.
I repeat: This dominating, board-sabotaging topic began in 2016.
I want to be very clear: when I said, from the beginning, that this was the board’s way to circumvent the fact that the law PROHIBITS permission slips for literature …
I. WAS. RIGHT.
There's LOTS of stuff coming up in the next few weeks. Here's a few events to check out. Hope to see you there!
“It’s like we’re back in high school again.” That’s a quip I hear often when people have a response to “drama” between grown adults — for the sake of this conversation — usually grown women.
Naturally, the idea being that after we graduate high school (or from school environments), and reach that legal “adult” age, we magically transform into adults, no longer susceptible to the drama associated with being a kid.
After all, we’re grownups. And that means we know better — or at least should know “better.” But if the internet has taught us anything in its magnificently transparent ability to magnify the lives of everyone (with their willing participation in most cases), we never really leave the playground, do we?
I’ve really debated with myself internally about touching upon this topic. My past with the Unicorn Moms (and mom groups in general) isn’t one filled with cupcakes and magical fairies. We didn’t all dance together and braid each other’s hair.
Now, it didn’t always start that way. Years ago, as I was busy learning my own lessons about the sort of content I wanted to write, and also in taking responsibility for what I shared on my page, the founder of the Unicorn Moms and I established a friendly acquaintance. Before Unicorn Moms was founded, I had come across posts of hers in another local mom group and we connected. She found my page funny. I found her light-hearted posts at the time refreshing.
I won't rehash everything that's been posted, but if you're looking for a recap about what has transpired over the last few days, which led to this post, you can get a pretty good idea of it via this blog.
Agenda this. Agenda that.
That's all we hear about. Who is shoving whose agenda down whose throat. (There are so many jokes to be had with that line. Alas, I digress.)
And you're right. I've got an agenda. And it's one I've been forcing upon you all. It's really pretty terrifying, or so I've read.