OK. We have reached Day 24 of National Adoption Month, and I’m tired. I don’t feel very clever, and for the first time in my life, I’m wondering what I would be doing if I hadn’t been adopted and hadn’t been aggrieved by the whole adoption process. Continue Reading →
A couple of weeks ago I watched The Bad Seed for the I don’t know how many ths times, and each time I love it more and see more in it. (This time around I was particularly taken by the impressive airy mid-century apartment; and I do believe that as I get settled in Corpus Christi I need to start a neighborhood psychology club. I don’t know why I never thought of this before, but thanks to Rhoda I’ve decided to adopt/adapt her famous tagline as a centering point. Rhoda: What will you give me for a basket of kisses? Col. Kenneth Penmark: A basket of kisses? Why, I’ll give you a basket of hugs! In my case, however, I’ve changed it up a bit. Adoption Industry: What will you give me for a basket of kisses? Bastardette: A basket of kisses? Why, I’ll give you a basket of fucks Now, I doubt if I will be mean all month. Even I can’t sustain that, but I’ll give it the Old Bastard try. And in case, anyone is wondering…I decided to hashtag National Adoption Month as NAM or maybe NAAM if I feel like–and not what I really call it — Continue Reading →
Whatever we want to call it, the official hoo-haa, as usual, ignores us altogether. Industrial adoption is hooting-up do-gooding family building. and colonizing. Evangelicals are saving babies from hyper-sexed trailer trash, abortitoriums, and Satanists. Happy-dappy adoptees are proving their worth by proving their gratitude. Continue Reading →