Zanna.

Unschooling.

I have no business having an opinion on any of the numerous “alternative” “methods” of “educating” “youth,” as I am unmarried, un-betrothed, without children, and literally can’t pick up a piece of clothing from my floor, BUT I saw a story on Nightline a couple of weeks ago that horrified me.

According to Nightline, over 150,000 thousand families in the U.S. subscribe to “Unschooling” … which is exactly what it sounds like.  Instead of going to a traditional school with a classes and educators and other kids, they stay home, and do whatever. the. shit. they. want.  Is this worse than the benign neglect of children? I say yes. At least with benign neglect, there’s still a chance for them to learn how to take care of themselves but the willful assertion that everything they do is right and good and perfectly acceptable as they run the roost is creating filthy, tired, bad-dressing (the worst offense) sociopaths. In eight years, all of the children featured will either be eating food of other restaurant patrons plates (a la Helen Keller before Annie came around) or beating me to a bloody pulp when I ask if they have the time.

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Cox.

Can we take a moment to examine what the the hell Rip Torn’s problem is? I mean, beyond alcoholism – cause that’s a given. I think his other problem is this:

Brian Cox teaching a 3-year-old a Shakespearean soliloquy. No, I’ll go deeper: Brian Cox being in twelve insanely good movies in a row, starting with Super Troopers. Okay, wait, I’m going to go even deeper: Brian Cox’s existence.