I enjoyed this story by Lonnae O'Neal Parker, over at the Washington Post. She took her 15 year-old daughter to meet some drag queens. Now that is what I call good parenting.
"As a mother, I understand that primal desire to shield our kids from harm, but sometimes, in our zeal to protect, it feels as though we've stripped too much texture -- too much Friday night -- from their lives. I worry that my family's somewhat sheltered environment is hampering Syd's [Lonnae's daughter] ability to develop powers of discernment, to understand the difference between unusual and unsafe -- and, maybe, even to cross the friggin' street. I've always told my kids it takes all kinds of people to make a world. But our own world is out of balance, and one type is overrepresented. There can be warmth and community in people who color outside the lines, I tell Sydney, and I'm ready for her to meet some of them. To allow their humanity to help inform her own."
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It was, I wish my mama took me to see drag queens
;)
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