tutoring totally blew tonight. my student, a very fast 7th grader, left her books at school because she 'didn't feel like carrying them.' working on her black history month project was horrific. she wanted to do a report on joe louis or aaliyah or michael jordan/jackson or anyone famous. anyone who's actually done something significant for the african american community was 'boring.'
grr.
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on the bachelorette. blackouts, deaf mothers, ugly siblings, drunk families, men with fish lips, broken stemware, boring conversation, loads of alcohol. it's time for the home visits. heh.
on super nanny. not only has this show reinforced my decision never to have kids, it has moved me to email my sister and brother in law to tell them they are the best parents EVER. EVER.
this hour of domestic mania is a parade of women trapped in suburban cul de sacs slowly going insane. the fathers are utterly detached, escaping to the outside and unable to understand what's going back in the domestic space during the 8 hours while he's gone.
it's like watching a japanese horror movie: dutiful women become wild haired demons. no, they're becoming berthas. that's exactly what this show is - Jane Eyre: the Corrected Version. (and how perfect the nanny is british.)
actually, speaking of super nanny, over a conversation with our friend J-- about her boyfriend, we discovered how helpful super nanny can be for all of us. she actually uses the super nanny techniques for conflict resolution:
--maintain eye contact and come to his level
--in a low, authoritative voice tell him what he's done wrong
--demand an apology for naughty behavior
heh. i think that's effing hilarious.
(um, it could also explain why i've never had a successful relationship.)
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Ha! I was gonna use that last line of yours...but you beat me to it.
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