I think my children are going to stop asking me to take them places with their friends. I am actually surprised it has lasted this long for a variety of reasons: 1. I am not very ‘warm and fuzzy’—you know, that mom who all the kids want to be around (she takes them to their favorite ice cream places and then talks glibly with them about all the cute boys in the latest episode of whatever vacuous teen television program is the flavor of the month)…instead, I am…well…suffice it to say, that isn’t me. 2. Whenever I am selected to drive my children to the movies with their friends, the entire ride home is a discussion on the worldview portrayed in the film and whether or not the movie would pass The Bechdel Test. (Who wouldn’t want to talk about those things…and if we don’t talk about those things we are one step closer to Oceania, aren’t we?…) So, pretty much, see point number one. 3. I am now also their English teacher (at least my oldest child and her many friends are in my class now, and so, really, who wants to go to the movies with their English teacher on the weekends?)
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