![]() ![]() Their parents clearly couldn't be bothered best they be around books and friendly staff. We always got complaints about how unlibrary-like we were, but my stance was always that we were a safe community space, and where these kids needed to go. ![]() At 3:30 each weekday the place would give up on decorum and become a barely-contained zoo for the next hour and a half. The library I worked at for several years was several blocks down the street from a middle school. Oh, I'm sure absolutely none of you lovely people fall into this description. They loudly proclaim how very much they love their kids, but they don't actually like their kids at all, they pretty much just want a mini-them to bolster their own sense of importance. I'm gonna take the liberty of putting my snotty-young-punk-what-the-hell-does-he-know cap on yet again and make the incredibly non-controversial observation that most parents are incredibly terrible at being parents. ![]() The idea that the "parental choice" argument, eye-rollingly specious as it is, has gained traction among so many surprises me zero percent, rounding up. ![]()
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