Oh, balls..
I'm very amused, very saddened and not even one little tiny bit surprised at the whole scrota kerfluffle going on. For those not in the know: long story short - librarians are refusing to allow "Higher Power of Lucky" (Newberry Award Winner) in libraries because it has the word "scrota" in it. And they don't want to answer questions from children about what a scrotum is.
I've surfed the f-list and read various links and even some comments from librarians who said they wouldn't be stocking this title either.
This confirms my worst fears. We are being culturally controlled by brain damaged *MONKEYS*. I knew I should've been offering children I'll never have up to the great and powerful monkey god.
Great jumping Jehosephat on a pogo stick, who let these people become librarians? Who decided it would be a good idea to put THEM in charge of literature for children?
Oh NOES! The chyllllllldrun will be asking about their NAUGHTY BITZ! We can't let them know they have naughty bitz until we scare them off of all sexual activity ten years from now.
These librarians are basically saying that they don't want to have to explain what a scrotum is. Which I find funny, because at least half of their students will be male. And thus, will actually possess said scrota.
That's like saying "I'm not going to explain to you what your arm is if you ask me."
Okay, here's the thing. When a kid asks you what a scrotum is, you tell them. You don't have to explain what it's for. You don't have to explain sex. Just explain that the scrotum is the external sac of skin surrounding the testicles. It is a natural part of the male anatomy.
See how easy that was?
Kids don't know sex is dirty and wrong and bad and that all body parts involved thereto are also dirty UNTIL WE TELL THEM. Until someone clues them into the fact that they're supposed to be ashamed, it's not a big deal.
But, really, this isn't even about the kids, it's about adults who can't get over themselves for five seconds to explain a word. It's about the fact that our country is still in the throes of puritanical bullshit that does more to warp psyches and cause harm than all the scrotums in the world.
If these adults would act like adults instead of snickering preteens who giggle at every other sexual innuendo, not only would society be healthier but these kids would have a great book to read.
This could *only* happen in the United States.
Because I guaran-damn-tee you that there aren't a bunch of French librarians out there going, "SACRE BLEU! Zees books, zey have le scrotums. Hidez them from ze childrenz, lests zey know that zat boys have le penis and girls have le vagina! We must not taint zere delicate minds!"
And to these deeply, profoundly misguided and brainless librarians I can only resort to the one thing more farcical and ridiculous than they themselves.
Monty Python.
So I say: "I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries. Now give the children back their books or I will taunt you a second time."
I'm very amused, very saddened and not even one little tiny bit surprised at the whole scrota kerfluffle going on. For those not in the know: long story short - librarians are refusing to allow "Higher Power of Lucky" (Newberry Award Winner) in libraries because it has the word "scrota" in it. And they don't want to answer questions from children about what a scrotum is.
I've surfed the f-list and read various links and even some comments from librarians who said they wouldn't be stocking this title either.
This confirms my worst fears. We are being culturally controlled by brain damaged *MONKEYS*. I knew I should've been offering children I'll never have up to the great and powerful monkey god.
Great jumping Jehosephat on a pogo stick, who let these people become librarians? Who decided it would be a good idea to put THEM in charge of literature for children?
Oh NOES! The chyllllllldrun will be asking about their NAUGHTY BITZ! We can't let them know they have naughty bitz until we scare them off of all sexual activity ten years from now.
These librarians are basically saying that they don't want to have to explain what a scrotum is. Which I find funny, because at least half of their students will be male. And thus, will actually possess said scrota.
That's like saying "I'm not going to explain to you what your arm is if you ask me."
Okay, here's the thing. When a kid asks you what a scrotum is, you tell them. You don't have to explain what it's for. You don't have to explain sex. Just explain that the scrotum is the external sac of skin surrounding the testicles. It is a natural part of the male anatomy.
See how easy that was?
Kids don't know sex is dirty and wrong and bad and that all body parts involved thereto are also dirty UNTIL WE TELL THEM. Until someone clues them into the fact that they're supposed to be ashamed, it's not a big deal.
But, really, this isn't even about the kids, it's about adults who can't get over themselves for five seconds to explain a word. It's about the fact that our country is still in the throes of puritanical bullshit that does more to warp psyches and cause harm than all the scrotums in the world.
If these adults would act like adults instead of snickering preteens who giggle at every other sexual innuendo, not only would society be healthier but these kids would have a great book to read.
This could *only* happen in the United States.
Because I guaran-damn-tee you that there aren't a bunch of French librarians out there going, "SACRE BLEU! Zees books, zey have le scrotums. Hidez them from ze childrenz, lests zey know that zat boys have le penis and girls have le vagina! We must not taint zere delicate minds!"
And to these deeply, profoundly misguided and brainless librarians I can only resort to the one thing more farcical and ridiculous than they themselves.
Monty Python.
So I say: "I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries. Now give the children back their books or I will taunt you a second time."