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Yesterday someone accused me of having an unwholesome blog that was inappropriate for my young audience. Normally comments like this don't bother me – if you think my site is bad you really should not be on the internet at all. But for some reason I am really upset by this allegation. I don't discuss politics, or religion, or any type of inappropriate topic. I don't use naughty language. And unless you're one particular person, I don't offend anyone. Ok, now two people.
The entry in question is the picture Squareslant made for me. Apparently someone thinks this cartoon is bordering on pornographic. Of course I think it's funny and not-at-all offensive, but apparently I am just wrong.
So I ask you, my faithful readers. Is the picture unfit for a young audience?
In knitting news, I am working away on Mariposa and cannot believe how much I love it. 308 stitches, nine repeats of the pattern. It's blissful. It will be very hard to give up when I finally finish, but I am learning a lot about lace.
Today I'm having lunch with Parley, Potusol, and my mom. We had to cajole my mother – she wasn't going to come because she doesn't like to interfere with my friends. I told her Parley likes her more than me anyway. (He agreed. She often makes him low-carb desserts and dotes on him as if he were her son.)
The other night at dinner Kim asked me if I was a mama's girl or a daddy's girl growing up. I suppose I have been a daddy's girl my whole life, especially when I was a teenager and my mom didn't like me so much. But isn't having a favorite parent sort of like having a favorite kid? My mom used to favor my brother until I got pregnant, now I think we're tied. And baby Jack beats us all by a mile.
Unless one of your parents is grossly negligent, I think it's hard to say you favor one over the other. Mine have both been so wonderful it's hard to say.
The entry in question is the picture Squareslant made for me. Apparently someone thinks this cartoon is bordering on pornographic. Of course I think it's funny and not-at-all offensive, but apparently I am just wrong.
So I ask you, my faithful readers. Is the picture unfit for a young audience?
In knitting news, I am working away on Mariposa and cannot believe how much I love it. 308 stitches, nine repeats of the pattern. It's blissful. It will be very hard to give up when I finally finish, but I am learning a lot about lace.
Today I'm having lunch with Parley, Potusol, and my mom. We had to cajole my mother – she wasn't going to come because she doesn't like to interfere with my friends. I told her Parley likes her more than me anyway. (He agreed. She often makes him low-carb desserts and dotes on him as if he were her son.)
The other night at dinner Kim asked me if I was a mama's girl or a daddy's girl growing up. I suppose I have been a daddy's girl my whole life, especially when I was a teenager and my mom didn't like me so much. But isn't having a favorite parent sort of like having a favorite kid? My mom used to favor my brother until I got pregnant, now I think we're tied. And baby Jack beats us all by a mile.
Unless one of your parents is grossly negligent, I think it's hard to say you favor one over the other. Mine have both been so wonderful it's hard to say.
posted by Jack and Nicholas at 9:58 AM
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