Reading the latest childrens book
(Couldn't see YouTube thread).
Samuel L Jackson
Reading the latest childrens book
(Couldn't see YouTube thread).
I meant to use this on Scarlett the other night. Thanks for the reminder!
The audio is free to download over at Amazon.
"In a field where an overlooked bug could cost millions, you want people who will speak their minds, even if they’re sometimes obnoxious about it."
I heard it this morning. Been there....
The Rules
Copper- behave toward others to elicit treatment you would like (the manipulative rule)
Gold- treat others how you would like them to treat you (the self regard rule)
Platinum - treat others the way they would like to be treated (the PC rule)
I wish the kids weren't at speaking/leaning to speak age. Otherwise I would totally tape myself reading this to them.
I bought the book yesterday. I had been eyeing some discount games from their dad and grad sale and this title put me over the $25 minimum for free shipping.
Plan to give it to Ocean for her birthday if I can get to the mail the day it arrives before Brandy does.
"In a field where an overlooked bug could cost millions, you want people who will speak their minds, even if they’re sometimes obnoxious about it."
"Vid. no longer available due to a copyright claim."
This was printed in the local free paper.
Go ahead, Dad, let it all out
By Katie Roiphe
Are our enlightened, engaged, sensitive parenting practices driving a certain segment of the population insane? Is the nice, liberal father who has just this Saturday carted his kids to soccer practice, play dates, piano lessons, made sunflower-butter sandwiches, and read Goodnight Moon three times seething with quiet desperation? The surprise ascendance of Adam Mansbach and Ricardo Cortés’ Go the F**k to Sleep on all sorts of bestseller lists eloquently answers that question.
The odd, rageful, beautiful little book’s inspiration lies in the commingling of insipid bedtime story rhymes with the inner monologue of the wildly irritated parent: “The owls fly forth from the treetops. / Through the air, they soar and they sweep. / A hot crimson rage fills my heart, love. / For real, shut the f**k up and sleep.” The stylish parody relies for its humor and frisson on a certain level of frustration, an over-the-top, pent-up fury toward one’s children, because without that fury, it’s simply not that funny. The idea of saying “shut the f**k up” to a 3year-old is hilarious and enthralling only if you are channeling an awful lot of that “hot crimson rage.” As one Amazon reviewer puts it, “The sanity we give up as conscientiously parenting adults makes bonding experiences like this so worth it!” In Jokes and Their Relation to the Unconscious , Freud writes about the “hostile purpose” of jokes. He argues that jokes are liberating and give us pleasure when they articulate the anger we are not allowed to express in everyday life. Here of course, that anger or hostility is aimed at children, at big-eyed toddlers padding around in their strawberry pajamas, and that is what is both exhilarating and disturbing about the book. There is a nastiness in Go the F**k to Sleep , an undercurrent of resentment that is comic, or “cathartic,” as another Amazon reviewer put it, only to parents who are pretty radically subjugating themselves to a certain kind of kid-centered drabness, and judging from the book’s runaway success, that would be a lot of parents.
Somewhere in the space between the book’s lush pictures and obscene words lies a kind of existential despair that is very particularly ours. In the epic effort to get the child to bed, amid endless requests for drinks and teddy bears and stories and other kidlike stalling tactics, Mansbach writes, “This room is all I can remember. / The furniture crappy and cheap,” and “My life is a failure, I’m a sh***y-ass parent” while illustrator Cortés evokes a mood of depressive intensity, an almost fantastical restlessness, with his drawings of dim interiors and sleeping creatures and bespectacled dads in relaxed-fit jeans and twinkling black nights and red skies. The portrait is of a very ordinary family life, but what is revealing, what may have lead to all the ecstatic blurbs, like Jonathan Lethem’s calling it “genius,” is its Sartre-like bleakness and claustrophobia.
What exciting adult rendezvous is the sleepless child interrupting in Go the F**k to Sleep ? It is his parents trying to watch a video, the mother under a blanket, the popcorn in the microwave. If the child refusing to sleep brings to mind the young Marcel in Remembrance of Things Past yearning for a kiss from his fragrant, bejeweled mother amid the clinking wine glasses of a glamorous adult dinner party, that is not what we are talking about here. We are talking about two slouchy, exhausted people trying to watch a television screen somewhere in each other’s proximity. You can see why the father is so angry and unhinged; the precious adult time he is desperately fighting to preserve is so paltry, so modest, so barely there.
One wonders if this hostility toward the child, who is naturally and rightfully manipulative, is just a tiny bit misplaced. If we are raising a generation that sees the whole world as an expanse of devoted maids and butlers, if we ourselves are overly beholden or enslaved to our children’s anxieties and desires, isn’t it our own fault? Likewise, if we can’t manage to hire a babysitter and get out of the house, if we have made of the conventional nuclear family structure something stifling, airless, it can’t really be the fault of a 4-year-old, resourceful and mischievous as he may be. We are, after all, to blame for our own self-sacrifice, and if we are being honest and precise, it’s not exactly self-sacrifice, tinged as it is with vanity, with pride in our good behavior, with a certain showiness in our parenting, with self-congratulation.
The book, in all its cleverness and artfulness and ingenuity, raises certain other questions: Are they having sex, these slouchy rageful parents? Not enough, perhaps. When the father turns back to the waking child’s bedroom, we look out at the comfy, sexless, vaguely depressive scene of his wife sprawled asleep on the couch under an ugly old blanket. No wonder the slouchy dad is full of rage. No wonder all those slouchy dads and moms who just want to watch a movie and eat some microwave popcorn find this book so funny, so transporting; no wonder it makes them feel, as the publicity materials suggest, “less alone.” But if those sweet-faced children, drawn by Cortés, could talk back would they say: “Put on a f**king dress. Have a f**king drink. Stop hovering over us. Live your own goddamned life.”
Last edited by Ominous Gamer; 06-24-2011 at 06:50 PM.
"In a field where an overlooked bug could cost millions, you want people who will speak their minds, even if they’re sometimes obnoxious about it."
My parents would never have understood this book. "In my day" parents actually felt okay in being heads of the household, tucking kids in after a short story, turning the lights out and saying Goodnight. I would never have tried to keep manipulating my parents the way today's kids do.The book, in all its cleverness and artfulness and ingenuity, raises certain other questions: Are they having sex, these slouchy rageful parents? Not enough, perhaps. When the father turns back to the waking child’s bedroom, we look out at the comfy, sexless, vaguely depressive scene of his wife sprawled asleep on the couch under an ugly old blanket. No wonder the slouchy dad is full of rage. No wonder all those slouchy dads and moms who just want to watch a movie and eat some microwave popcorn find this book so funny, so transporting; no wonder it makes them feel, as the publicity materials suggest, “less alone.” But if those sweet-faced children, drawn by Cortés, could talk back would they say: “Put on a f**king dress. Have a f**king drink. Stop hovering over us. Live your own goddamned life.”
Unlike many of today's parents who feel subservient to their children. Hopping to their every demand. A glass of water or a snack, another story, leave the door open, check under the bed, turn a night light on, turn on the DVD player for music, let me have the gameboy in bed, if you don't I'll cry and wail and ....
My folks were clear about bedtime. Time for sleep. No more talking or reading. We didn't have to sleep, but we weren't allowed to drag the rest of the household into our sleeplessness. We weren't rewarded for being manipulative.
She is also on amazon in one of the customer images (link is under the product thumbnail)
"In a field where an overlooked bug could cost millions, you want people who will speak their minds, even if they’re sometimes obnoxious about it."
Just heard the audio.
Don't like it at all -not funny in the slightest.
And the above pic is offensive.
EDIT: Just read the above article OG posted. Perhaps non-parents such as myself don't "get it".
*shrugs* Dunno. Still think it's entirely inappropriate for impressionable kids to have their hands on such a text.
Last edited by Timbuk2; 06-26-2011 at 09:27 AM.
It is funny from the adult's perspective (I've only had a chance to listen to half the audio though). But, ya, I wouldn't be buying it for my kid either.
But if you ever do have the "pleasure" of becoming a parent, I can assure you that you will be thinking "go the fuck to sleep" in your head, even if you are smart enough not to say it aloud.
When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
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