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Sunday Recap
There were a couple of interesting articles in Slate this week.
Whitney Morrill, who wrote last August about her hideous experience with her insurance company, provides an update that I suppose could be reassuring (that getting treated for post-partum depression won't necessarily doom one to a lifetime of punishing high premiums- really, the first installment of her experience was infuriating.) While it is certainly a good thing that Morrill can now afford to be insured, no part of her experience could be called reassuring. Still, her tips on how to possibly help Enormous Insurance Premium Syndrome may be helpful to some.
And now on to the lighter (too light for some, perhaps) topic of music for children. I don't dare listen to any of the samples provided in this article because I am beyond susceptible to the catchiness of catchy tunes, but I appreciate the warnings (avoid the Wiggles) and I like the tone of the piece. It is so much nicer to read the way this father finds himself becoming complicit in this fragment of his kid's world than it is to read Neal Pollack's somewhat snotty "humor" piece for today's New York Times about how happy he is that his son loves the same cool music that he listens to. I'm not criticizing the impulse at all. My kid "dances" to anything and everything I play for him, and we only have 4 CD's of kid music in the first place (one of them is French though and so insipid, it shouldn't count). Pollack is just so self-congratulatory he seems to be demanding his own round of applause.
posted by Elise at 8:29 AM
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I had the same reaction to Pollack's piece -- what a nasty, smug fellow he sounded like. It sounded like a paean to rocker lifestyles and attitudes as much as to the music, and I found myself wondering if he would applaud his kid's choosing to become, say, a roadie with herpes and a heroin habit.
I love picking out new music for my daughter (4.5 yo) but she has definite preferences -- loves Elvis and Dwight Yoakum, hates Beach Boys, etc. Lots of fun to be had, but I have to accept that she is growing into a person with separate tastes from mine.
2/02/2006 5:52 AM
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