What's KFC? Part Deux.
by Risa Green
I know that my daughter doesn’t read my column here (yet), but somehow, she seems to know that I’ve been concerned lately that perhaps I shelter her too much. Seriously, it’s as if she went online and read the whole thing and then came up with a sneaky master plan to take advantage of my insecure, vulnerable state. And maybe she did. I mean, who the hell knows what she’s doing on the computer while I’m busy making dinner. She says she’s playing Webkinz, but for all I know she’s watching porn. (You see – look what happens when you start de-sheltering). Anyway, twice this week she tested me, unknowingly (or not).
The first was on Friday. She came home from school and as usual, I looked through her folder to see if there were any permission slips or notes for me to deal with. There weren’t any, but there was a book in her folder that she’d taken out of the library that afternoon. It was Are You There God, It’s Me Margaret. Now, I am going to assume that if you are reading this column, then you remember Margaret and her prayers for puberty. And if you do remember, then you will understand why I was completely FREAKING OUT. I mean, hello, my daughter is in second grade. She should not be reading books about girls who want to hit puberty. Period. (Sorry, I couldn’t resist.)
I realized right away what had happened, though. My daughter has read other Judy Blume books that skew younger, like Super Fudge and Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing, and she probably just saw Judy Blume’s name and figured that this would be more of the same. I mean, how could she have known that Judy Blume is synonymous with Sex Ed for an entire generation of women? She couldn’t have. It was just an honest mistake, and I would just tell her that it’s not an appropriate for her age and that she wouldn’t be allowed to read it until she was older.