I fear the reach of the beast has grown too vast with no end to its growth to come. Though invisible like the wind, the beast is just as real with an equal potential for disaster. He holds the community of Menifee, California captive, an abduction that is an indictment for his holding American society for ransom. The school district, in response to the complaint of one parent, removed all the Merriam-Webster dictionaries from its schools and will review whether it will be banned because of an entry: oral sex. The dictionary could be banned from school -- from school! The beast is far too strong and has taken too many hostages. The beast brings tears to eyes that should be dry and weakness to the strong. The beast is -- oversensitivity.
He’s the reason we are an it-can’t-be-my-fault nation who sues everyone and anyone for every and anything. He’s the reason the generation of spankings was followed by the generation of timeouts. He’s the reason warning labels warn us against things common sense already warns us against.
I’ve always disliked him, but he was tolerable when his reach was that of an infant.
I never once dreamed that he’d reach into a classroom and pull dictionaries away from students.
“Oral stimulation of the genitals.” We’re taking the dictionary away from children for that? We’re taking the dictionary away from children because it explains in five words, none of which are illustrative or specific, what oral sex is. With the drop-out rates, standardized test scores, pregnancy pacts, and school shootings, this is what we’re worrying about being in our schools -- short and vague dictionary entries. The next time a student raises a hand to ask what something is or what it means, what will the answer be? “Look it up” just got thrown out with the pencil shavings. Perhaps there is a classroom computer with internet access, but will all the dictionary sites be blocked or somehow tampered with so that only certain words will generate a definition? In an age when four-year-olds own cell phones, internet access on everything except bath towels, and Facebook having more members than the United States has people, information surrounds us and anything someone really wants to know will be known. I’d rather have my child ask me about it if he heard or saw the term “oral sex” somewhere and is curious about what it is, but I doubt I’d have a more vague and still accurate definition than the one the dictionary provides.
If the concern is that a child might come across this term haphazardly while looking another word up, that concern is just silly. By that reasoning, murder, rape, and incest should be removed from the book. Abortion, death penalty, racism, and atheism should be removed. Kick, slap, punch, and fight should be removed. Let’s change the name of the book too since it begins with the same sound as a term often used in place of penis. We should probably make sure we go from page sixty-eight straight to page seventy.
I don’t think that’s the concern at all. I think the concern is that the parents might actually have to talk to their kid. “Daddy, what is oral sex?” Crap! I thought Playstation and XBOX were watching the kids! Where are those damned Totino’s pizza rolls? Someone or something else has to be to blame, so the search for the scapegoat begins.
Why are we surprised when we read blogs or letters written by people who shoot up schools and find out they were picked on a lot and couldn’t take it? We, as a society, put them in that bubble that they finally burst from the inside with shotgun shells. We want to blame it on video games and movies and “gangsta rap”. We’re right, it is all those things. It is all those things because so many parents let video games and movies and “gangsta rap” do the parenting. We expect the teachers to do the educating and the parenting and the we send them off to dance class and soccer practice and band camp in the hopes that the coaches and instructors will parent for a while.
We have become a society of bubble-wrappers and the bubble-wrapped. We bubble-wrap the children and we allow ourselves to be bubble-wrapped by one another. So many people are offended by the slightest thing because some protest groups says they should be or because political correctness is becoming this nation’s official language. If someone says a phrase or a word that even might be considered offensive by someone somewhere some time, his job is called for and an empty apology written and spouted to the public to strum the tune that is the music to the media’s ears.
Menifee, California might as well be in Bubble-wrap County. They pulled dictionaries off the shelves because of the complaint of one -- one -- parental complaint and are reviewing it for possible permanent banning from schools.
I love the English language. It’s a mutt of a language, but the beauty it can convey when words are arranged in a way that it sings in your head when you read it, never ceases to amaze me. I wouldn’t know it nearly as well as I do today if I hadn’t heard the phrase “look it up” a million times growing up. It is the reason why even now, if I’m the slightest bit curious about a how, or a why, a what, a when, or a who, I will not be satisfied until I look it up and learn the answer.
I don’t have any children, but if and when I do, I hope he or she attends a school with dictionaries and in a society that doesn’t cry over spilled milk then sue the milk company for not making the carton idiot-proof. If not though, I’ll manage. They’ll have their own dictionaries and we’ll teach them that milk cartons don’t need to be idiot-proof, we just don’t need to be idiots.
Stop the bubble-wrapping -- kill the beast.
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