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Aug. 12th, 2012

Parenting for Sadists: Not-So-Grand Grandparents

Part Ten of a series. Since it's gotten so long I am no longer putting links to the other articles at the top of these, so if you want to find them click the Parenting for Sadists tag, they're all there. As usual for the series here, most of the post goes under the cut to protect readers who aren't willing to read discussion of child abuse. Although I will say that this particular article is a lot less... horrible than some of the others. I wouldn't say it's NSFW, but I would caution against reading it in a place of business.

May. 17th, 2012

Parenting for Sadists: Ignorance. Ignorance Everywhere.

Part 9 of a series, click the Parenting for Sadists tag to find parts 1 through 8. This is the last part of the same article I've been dissecting since Part 7, thank Longcat. That fucking article is like gamma radiation for me- if it went on for too much longer I think it would turn me into Kaboom-Hulk and then I'd start smashing the shit out of everything.

As per usual, most of the post goes behind the cut, NSFW, warnings for child abuse, and this time, please be aware that this article contains discussion of suicide, death of adults, and sexual assault as well as the usual discussion of child abuse.

Mar. 25th, 2012

Parenting for Sadists: Liar Liar Pants on Fire

Since this series is getting so long, just click the “parenting for sadists” tag in the sidebar now- it will make things a lot easier. Articles are sorted with the most recent first.

As per usual, most of this post goes behind the cut, to avoid exposing anyone to anything they're not in a place to deal with right now. NSFW, warning for child abuse. This is part 8, I think everyone knows how this goes by now...

Dec. 18th, 2011

Parenting for Sadists: Apparently I'm A Socialist Now

Since this is the seventh part of this series, I think everyone knows the drill by now- most of the content goes under the cut, warnings are in place for child abuse and emotional manipulation, and Michael Pearl is a douchecanoe. There, did I cover all my bases? Good.

Nov. 11th, 2011

Parenting for Sadists: I Think You Will Find It Is YOU Who Is Emotional Manipulation!

As per usual for this series, NSFW, warning for child abuse, most of the post is behind the cut.

Sep. 5th, 2011

Parenting for Sadists: Not Even Church Is Safe, Apparently


FULL DISCLAIMER: Copyright law states that I have to do this, and put the address, website, and contact information for the sick fucks who wrote this mess that I will be quoting heavily from. I have placed it at the bottom of this article, but for the love of everything that you hold dear, DO NOT ACTUALLY CLICK THE LINKS. These... “people” (and I use that word in the loosest sense of the term) do not deserve any more traffic. The citation links in the paragraph do not link to their website, and are there for corroboration, but I would advise against clicking on them, either. I wanted to take a shower after reading that, and I want to take another shower after typing this up. This is some seriously sick, twisted shit. Whatever you do, DO NOT TAKE ANYTHING WRITTEN HERE AS AN ENDORSEMENT OF THESE METHODS. I would hope that would be obvious, though.

VERY NSFW. WARNING FOR CHILD ABUSE As usual for this series, most of the post goes behind the cut so that I don't accidentally expose anyone to something they don't think they can handle.

Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four

Jul. 7th, 2011

Parenting for Sadists: Epically Missing the Point

Part 3 in a series

Ugh. These articles take so much mental effort and I usually end feeling a lot worse than I had when I started, but I've stated before: I might not have a religious morality like people like to screech about. But I do have standards, and these people violate every single one of those principles.

Full Disclaimer: Copyright law states that I have to do this, and put the address, website, and contact information for the sick fucks who wrote this mess that I will be quoting heavily from. I have placed it at the bottom of this article, but for the love of everything that you hold dear, DO NOT ACTUALLY CLICK THE LINKS. These... “people” (and I use that word in the loosest sense of the term) do not deserve any more traffic. The citation links in the paragraph do not link to their website, and are there for corroboration, but I would advise against clicking on them, either. I wanted to take a shower after reading that, and I want to take another shower after typing this up. This is some seriously sick, twisted shit. Whatever you do, DO NOT TAKE ANYTHING WRITTEN HERE AS AN ENDORSEMENT OF THESE METHODS. I would hope that would be obvious, though.

VERY NSFW. WARNING FOR CHILD ABUSE. You all probably know the drill by now- most content of this post goes behind the cut, but don't expect this for everything, blah blah blah... eh, you're smart, you'll figure it out.

Jun. 6th, 2011

Childhood, books, and... thinly-veiled politics?

Books can make you dumb, at least according to this article. This woman apparently took her cues on how to become an adult from a bunch of books like Gone With The Wind, Wuthering Heights, and The Little Mermaid, and resents the fact that she got such a skewed idea of what it meant to be an adult (and ultimately, a woman) from these stories. And reading it got me to thinking- I consumed a LOT of media as a child, books, video games, television programs, and movies, but I didn't take any cues on how to become adult from them.

OK, OK, like every other kid from my generation, I really wanted my Hogwarts letter. But I was never under any delusion that I was actually a witch. When I was young, I was told the story of Eglė the Serpent Queen, but I never thought that I was going to be taken to the sea by a magical snake prince and marry him (and considering how that story ends, it's a damn good thing that wasn't a true story). When I was in preschool I wanted to go and solve mysteries like the characters in Scooby-Doo. When I was in second grade, I thought it would be awesome to be a Pokemon trainer, and when I was in fourth grade I wanted to be a Sailor Scout. It might have crossed my mind a few times that my stuff might come to life when I wasn't around, like in Toy Story. I totally wanted to go to the school in Regarding the Fountain and its sequels. When I was dealing with some really difficult times in my childhood (and up until about a year ago), The Magic Faraway Tree was always there for me. But you know what? I never thought that the stories I read and watched were real. Because my parents taught me from a young age that what you read in fiction and see on the television isn't real.

When the Roadrunner drives the Coyote off a cliff, it's fake. When Scooby and co. take down a fake monster, that's definitely fake. Hogwarts, sadly, is fake too. The Magic Faraway Tree doesn't really exist. You cannot go outside and catch Pokemon.

And when it comes to taking role models from literature, which is also part of what this article is about, I have to be honest with you- growing up I identiied with several characters, but honestly? It didn't matter to me whether or not they were female or not. Yeah, I wanted to be like Velma from Scooby-Doo, but I also wanted to follow in Harry Potter's footsteps. When I got a little older, and dealt with some serious issues that affected me, it really helped to think “what would Neo do?” But I also found Mulan inspiring.

The thing is, this article could have been really good if it hadn't come across to me as a way to berate people who didn't feel the same way about the books that she did, or the same way about the characters. Personally, I absolutely despised Wuthering Heights and thought Cathy was an insufferable bitch who I'd love to punch in the face if I ever met her IRL. Another book that was highly touted (but not mentioned in this article) was The Awakening, by Kate Chopin. The best part of that book was when Edna drowned herself in the ocean, and I said so in my essay exam on that book. If those are the kinds of things I'm supposed to prize over the other things that had a larger effect on my life, like the movies, video games, and television shows that I liked, then I'm sorry, but I'll take Pokemon, The Matrix, and The Magic Faraway Tree any day, and I don't much care whether or not that's the “politically correct” choice. It actually is rather disturbing, that we're now trying to assign people's sense of self-worth to the characters they identified with as children. Should I be worried that I'm going to start thinking I'm a Pokemon or something?

Another thing- when I have Kaboomlets, they're going to get the same stuff I got growing up- I'm going to buy them Regarding the Fountain and its sequels, The Magic Faraway Tree, Harry Potter, Pokemon, my favorite Disney movies, Scooby-Doo and Looney Tunes. And if I can manage it, The Penguins of Madagascar. Of course, they'll be exposed to more “classiC” literature as well, but I'm not going to say that's the ONLY media they can consume.

In conclusion, don't feel bad if your choices of entertainment growing up don't feel bad. You take inspiration from whatever source you want. And if you want to pretend to be Catherine Earnshaw, that's great. I'm going to be over here pretending to go on adventures with my Pikachu.

May. 25th, 2011

Parenting For Sadists: How To Fail at Sex Ed And Psychology (And Being A Decent Human Being)

Part Two in a series.

I was going to do this earlier, but I felt ill every time I started working it. I just can't fathom anyone treating their children this way- I'm not a mother, but I do know that good parents don't need to beat the shit out of their kids to raise them well. And because the extended family will be welcoming a new member any time now, this is heavily weighing on my mind. I'm not worried about the parents-to-be falling into this stuff, they're not religious and probably wouldn't get involved with a bunch of nutjobs that believe you should beat your babies, but just the idea of the mini-one coming into a world where there are people that honestly believe this is OK gives me the shivers.

FULL DISCLAIMER: Copyright law states that I have to do this, and put the address, website, and contact information for the sick fucks who wrote this mess that I will be quoting heavily from. I have placed it at the bottom of this article, but for the love of everything that you hold dear, DO NOT ACTUALLY CLICK THE LINKS. These... “people” (and I use that word in the loosest sense of the term) do not deserve any more traffic. The citation links in the paragraph do not link to their website, and are there for corroboration, but I would advise against clicking on them, either. I wanted to take a shower after reading that, and I want to take another shower after typing this up. This is some seriously sick, twisted shit. Whatever you do, DO NOT TAKE ANYTHING WRITTEN HERE AS AN ENDORSEMENT OF THESE METHODS. I would hope that would be obvious, though.

VERY NSWF. TRIGGER WARNING FOR CHILD ABUSE OF MULTIPLE KINDS. Like before, I usually don't do this for blog posts that aren't fiction, but because the content in here is so severe, I'm putting it behind a cut. The reason this whole thing took so long was because I kept feeling ill whenever I tried to work on it. This isn't the kind of thing I like to blog about, but it's necessary. I might not be the most moral person on the planet, but I have standards. Exposing cruelty to children is one standard I will uphold.

Apr. 23rd, 2011

Parenting for Sadists

Part One in a two-part series

Full disclaimer: Copyright law states that I have to do this, and put the address, website, and contact information for the sick fucks who wrote this mess that I will be quoting heavily from. I have placed it at the bottom of this article, but for the love of everything that you hold dear, DO NOT ACTUALLY CLICK THE LINKS. These... “people” (and I use that word in the loosest sense of the term) do not deserve any more traffic. The citation links in the paragraph do not link to their website, and are there for corroboration, but I would advise against clicking on them, either. I wanted to take a shower after reading that, and I want to take another shower after typing this up. This is some seriously sick, twisted shit. Whatever you do, DO NOT TAKE ANYTHING WRITTEN HERE AS AN ENDORSEMENT OF THESE METHODS. I would hope that would be obvious, though.

VERY NSFW. TRIGGER WARNING FOR CHILD ABUSE. I almost never do this for blog posts that aren't fiction, but I'm warning and putting the rest of this behind a cut so that you can make a choice as to whether or not you want to view the rest of this content. This is a two-part article, broken up for length.

Apr. 1st, 2011

A random realization

When I was young, I read a lot. I read books like some people eat chips. It was how I entertained myself, and when I was younger, I couldn't understand why more people didn't read all the time too. This phase of my life lasted until I got to high school.

It was also around the time that I got to high school that my parents stopped trying to fight me on the Internet access. After I forced my way around every set of parental controls that they tried to install on the basement computer, they gave up once I got to 9th grade. It was also around 9th grade that I started getting more and more heavily into fandom. Also, during that year, my dad bought me a video game system for Christmas.

Ever since then, I haven't read as many actual hardcopy books as I used to. To be completely honest, I can't remember the last time I read a full, hard-copy, non-manga book that wasn't for class (and out of all of those things? I can't remember the last one that I didn't want to chuck out the window or at the English teacher's head).

I have, however, read countless e-books and fanfictions since then.

While I'm not complaining about this, it occurred to me today that I'm exactly the type of person the teacher I had my final year of high school would complain about- the kind of person who read a lot, just not enough of the right stuff. Of course, that would hold a lot more water with me if she wasn't constantly assigning crap books for us to read (seriously, if anyone ever tries to make me read The Awakening again I'm going to punch them in the face). I can name about fifteen fics off the top of my head that have more literary merit than the crap we had to read in school.

Once, a relative told me that the only thing I'd ever be able to do in life is teach English. I always thought I would make the world's worst English teacher, because I just wouldn't care enough about the books the students were supposed to be reading. But it just hit me now- if I was setting the curriculum, we could read things that were actually worth reading! It would be perfect! I'd be entertained, and the students might at least find the material better than the neo-feminist screeds, thinly-veiled political commentary of events that happened before my family had even left the old country, and Ye Olde Whaargarble that they constantly tried to make us read when I was in high school. Of course, I'd probably get fired, and I don't know what my students would write about for the standardized tests, but damn if it wouldn't be a lot more fun.

Although I'd hate to see the looks on the AP graders' faces when they got my hypothetical students' essays on what they thought was a work of literary significance. I would probably snort soda out my nose and give myself away as the worst teacher ever.

Nov. 11th, 2010

Sharon, Kanou, and the Great Cake Caper

In Chapter Three of International Affairs 2: Living Will, Kanou explains to Ayase about Sharon's past, and her family life, including a story about the time that he and Sharon stole the wedding cake from her dad's wedding, much to the ire of her new (and soon-to-be former) stepmother. What Kanou didn't explain was exactly WHY Sharon felt the need to steal the cake, and why the marriage lasted barely 48 hours before the divorce.

Rating: PG for mentions of child abuse and violence against a six-year-old.
In an inversion from the main story, text in Italics is spoken in Japanese.


And that's the story of Sharon, Kanou, and the Great Cake Caper. This will not be posted at FFnet, because it's barely fanfiction in the strictest sense of the term- the one canon character is barely recognizable (well, duh, seeing as he's four in this, not thirty-five). However, this will be posted at AO3 because the series function there allows me to connect it with the other two.

There will be more Sharon stories, although very few of them will have Kanou in them, the exception right now being one. However, warning in advance- it's a lot more depressing than this one, since it focuses on the deaths of three people who both of them were connected to.

Thanks for reading!