Poison On My Television
With my first "actual" post in quite awhile, I'll most likely get myself in trouble. Oh, well. If there was one thing that I learned in college, well at least something that I actually use today - Your dirty laundry is best aired in a public forum. That little tidbit, courtesy of Jerry Springer. I still wonder who Shanequa Baby Daddy is though?
Way back in the day - Before Baba Ganoush started working for The Man, I worked in social services. I didn't have 2 nickels to rub together, and lived on Ramen Noodles, but I was doing good work. Anyway, while working with kids for several years, my personal mission statement was simple - Every moment is a teaching moment. With that in mind, you will surely understand my concern with the recent transgressions at Mi Casa.
I have addressed this issue with my wife several times, and things seem to be getting worse. She has left me with no other choice than to call her out here and subject her to public ridicule.
We try not to let our kids watch too much TV, but what I continually catch her letting my future All-American football player watch can only be described as a blatant sign of defiance.
This morning was the straw that broke Baba's back. Lil' Dude was watching some "educational" show about garbage me. What they do, how they do it, etc..... In short, the program was glorifying a garbage man's job. Now I know we need future garbage men, just like we need future CEOs. I'd just like to shoot a little higher for our kids than the next great "garbage person" - I guess I should be politically correct here, because if my wife has it her way, our little girl will be in waste management as well.
This all started long ago. There were 2 things I put my foot down on when this whole kid thing started - The Wiggles and Teletubbies.
The more evil and developmentally detrimental of the two is a debate that has raged in my circle for decades, well just a few years, but you get the point. They are both unacceptable, but creepy middle aged men always trump strange creatures with TVs on their stomachs talking in some nonsensical language.
True, I thought it was cute the first time he asked, "I watch Wiggle?" It was just that though, cute. It was in no way a request that was going to be met by his Dad.
What do I continue to find recorded on our DVR - The Wiggles! She obviously won't listen to reason, and I can't divorce her for this. So I have resorted to this. Well, this, and erasing them before they teach anyone in my household that creepy, strange, middle-aged men are friendly and fun.
So, let the public ridicule begin!
Baba Ganoush, OUT!
