Saturday, October 02, 2004
Admiration. Our polite recognition of another's resemblance to ourselves.
Today's taxpayer-funded absurdity comes from my local school district, which sent home notes this week detailing the schedule for upcoming parent-teacher conversations . If this were merely the case it would be totally unremarkable, except for the fact that there were rules for the meetings included. Said rules included an admonition to watch our body language during the meetings. As you've undoubtedly noticed, I spend an awful lot of time in meetings for my job, most of them with financial services types whose personality types range from Yosemite Sam to Iosif Dzugashvili, so I'm well versed in handling meetings and knowing what's appropriate and what's not. I can't believe that the teachers and the school administration is that afraid of parents that they have to demand we watch our body language. It's not as if I'm walking in, handing the teacher a round of .45 ACP and saying, "We do understand each other, don't we?". The point to be made here is that the school district wishes to impose a certain sense of control and conformity amongst the parental victims of its ministrations, and I don't find it acceptable. I'm a professional, and can recognize someone as such in his or her own milieu. That means that I demand to be treated as such, and not as a know-nothing who just happens to have reproduced specifically for the purpose of indoctrinating my children into whatever liberal weltanschung the school district dictates. Home schooling does indeed have its advantages.
Courtesy of Kim DuToit, we find the best reading yet of Santayana by Kevin Baker. More eloquent words about the difference between the President and Lurch cannot be written.