The difference? They really don’t understand sexuality. Obviously. Or they couldn’t possibly question/compare the molestation of underage girls with the perfectly natural curiosity of a child.
Ah-hahaha! I was just about to post that! I canceled our subscription and replaced it with Mother Jones, which is waaaaaay more interesting, less frequent, and makes me angry in a proactive sort of way....and I actually read it...thoroughly! AND I don’t even roll my eyes at the articles!
They’re probably titled and labeled as such in the art. It is SOP to maintain those descriptors when writing or talking about specific artworks.
Two five year olds looking at each other’s wee wees are “Playing Doctor”. A 15 year old adolescent molesting a five year old is not. Never mind that there were multiple victims, multiple occasions over several years, and often the victims were originally asleep, so they weren’t ‘playing’ anything.
I wrote the story that gawker linked to on the powderroom as well. I have been commenting here and there but i find the whole thing very triggering b/c I grew up in a household where there was sexual abuse and hearing that stuff brings up really many feelings. I have a parent that totally always supported us and…
You left out the best part of Michael Seewald’s disgusting diatribe:
Ok. A ton of kids play doctor. But the pretend patient is always awake. This is more like backalley unlicensed anesthesiologist.
If they had to save their first kiss for their husband on their wedding day, it’s a shame they weren’t allowed to save their first breast and genital fondling for him on that day as well.
“Gawker covered the fact that baby girls are at fault for molestation if boys in the family have to change their diapers or the girls are “immodest.””
It said the fawn was trying to nurse off of a family’s dog, and hung around on the patio or porch for a long time. That suggests to me that the mother was gone.
For me:
Sex position where you cling to the other person like a barnacle.
Oh God I miss the baby head smell.
I still love hugging my baby but she’s 13.5 and sometimes she’s really, really ripe.
You think there is a point where a child “ages out” of inspiring hysterical grief in a parent?
Stephen King just broke something in his house because he didn’t think of this first. Side note: if anyone needs me, I’ll be smelling my baby’s hair for the next 4 hours.