I'm proud of the way I brought up my kids. From my point of view my kids had a near ideal childhood immersed as they were in Shakespeare, Dickens, science, Kurtzman's Mad, Sid Caesar, Ernie Kovacs, Monty Python, Mr. Bean, Clampett and all that. Imagine my shock when Mike showed me this article (excerpt above) from The Onion, which claimed that kids raised that way led shabby, friendless lives, which would almost certainly culminate in depression and suicide. Okay, I exaggerate, but only a little.
Let's try another excerpt from the article (below) (click to enlarge):
Imagine my greater shock when I showed the article to my adult daughter, and she agreed with it. She said she did have trouble making friends in grammar school because nobody her own age read anything she read, or even showed any interest in it. She was glad for what she still thinks was a better than average early education, but she said it came at a price, definitely a price. Man, I felt terrible!
So what am I to make of this? Am I a bum?
Read the whole article at The Onion site: