It's good to let your baby cry every now and then. It encourages self-reliance and helps his voice get deep and strong, like DMX's. My youngest is only 22 months and he already sounds like X after Iyanla tried to fix his life.
The failure of us to yell "Get yo' ass off the table!" was inspired by a New York Times piece by Adam Grant on how children thrive with fewer rules. Read it here. Anarchy!
"So what does it take to raise a creative child? One study compared the families of children who were rated among the most creative 5 percent in their school system with those who were not unusually creative. The parents of ordinary children had an average of six rules, like specific schedules for homework and bedtime. Parents of highly creative children had an average of fewer than one rule.
Creativity may be hard to nurture, but it’s easy to thwart. By limiting rules, parents encouraged their children to think for themselves. They tended to “place emphasis on moral values, rather than on specific rules,” the Harvard psychologist Teresa Amabile reports."
Paul Mooney is 74, an age where it's not unusual to forget things and just sit there with your mouth open while staring into the past. But he's still doing stand-up. Presumably because he loves it and there aren't many jobs for old folks, unless you want to work as a Walmart greeter. Somehow that all morphed into a Vulture article titled "The Curious Decline of Paul Mooney" (as if we expected an incline at 74). It's a negative piece, perhaps made more negative by the fact Mooney obviously didn't want to meet with the writer. From Vulture:
Now, though, Mooney’s legacy is in danger of being sullied by an increasingly disheartening series of appearances. Last May, he delivered a rambling performance on Arsenio Hall’s since-canceled talk show. A week after it aired, news outlets reported that Mooney had cancer, citing his cousin and sometime manager Rudy Ealy as the source of the info. I asked Ealy, who I’d been told lives with Mooney in Oakland, if Mooney was ill; he said Mooney was “fine.” (Despite agreeing to let me interview Mooney and inviting me to Oakland to do so, Ealy stopped returning my calls once I arrived in the Bay Area.)
See, got stood up. Here comes another:
Indeed, when I first called Ealy about the prospect of writing this story, I asked if Mooney was mentally well enough to be interviewed. He assured me he was, and a week or so later, Ealy called to tell me that Mooney had agreed to be interviewed. Except for a phone call I made that Ealy answered before immediately hanging up, that was the last time we spoke.
Damn...did dude really just not show up:
In early November, Mooney is booked to perform at B.B. King’s in New York. I make plans, with Day this time, to interview him. Unsurprisingly, the interview winds up being canceled.
Well f**k you then!
A few weeks later, Mooney is set to appear for multiple nights at the Uptown Comedy Corner in Atlanta. The possibility of an interview is again dangled and again comes to nothing.
I mean...give the brotha a break! He's 74. The average life span of black man in the U.S. is 75. Paul's right on schedule.
Maybe I was protecting myself from feral children that pull my ears as I sleep, maybe I was celebrating World Hijab Day.
The piece I wrote about taking to The (Covered California) Man has been updated and revised and published on The Billfold. You can read it here.
An email popped in from a woman who wanted to buy health insurance through Covered California, California’s health insurance exchange. She was having trouble creating an account password, a process that can be difficult if you’re not into following on-screen instructions. I wanted to call her right away, as she asked, but I was home with my kids — three wild toddlers who typically don’t allow me to verbally communicate with others. I suggested that we correct the problem via email or text. She wrote back: “HERE’S A THOUGHT…HIRE MORE PEOPLE.” I replied with a short e-lecture on rudeness. She quickly answered, “EAT SHIT.” As a distinguished representative of the state of California, I maintained my professionalism and wrote back, “Your mama.”
Like children, teddy bears are dirty and disease-ridden. They carry lots of dust that can aggravate asthma and allergies. The Norwegian Heart & Lung Association is spreading awareness of this with a campaign that features stuffed animals made to look like some of the world's most swaggerless dictators. It's controversial, but I guess that's the point. Still, I could see a neo-Nazi creating one of his own and giving it out to children, maybe even as part of a gift set with Baby's First Mein Kampf. From The Local:
The organization established a special unit to focus on the rising number of Norwegian children affected by asthma and allergies. To drive home its message that teddy bears can collect dust that threatens children’s health, LHL Asthma and Allergy teamed up with advertising firm Kitchen to launch a campaign featuring stuffed animals made to look like dictators Adolf Hitler, Muammar Gaddafi and Kim Jong-il.