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Apparently Doc McStuffins Time For a Check Up doll is one of THE toys to get this Christmas. I didn’t know what the hell this was, but it sounded like a pervert toy or something. (If you don’t think Doc McStuffins doesn’t sound like a perfect pedo login name, get out of here.) So I googletubed that cos, you know, I have friends with kids; I need to know about this shit.
Turns out, it’s some kind of Disney cartoon, and Doc McStuffins is a 6-year-old black girl who fixes toys.
So now I feel guilty for thinking it was some kind of pervy toy.
BUT COME ON.
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you got pedophobomania
Hmm, now we know where I get the making up of words from.
Several years ago I started hearing about “graphic” novels. I immediately assumed they were what we used to call “dirty books”. Then I started noticing in the blurb about some of my favorite authors that they would take credit for “graphic” novels with a sense of pride. What is up with this, I thought. I thought this was a good guy (e.g. Neil Gaiman). Why would he advertise that he writes dirty books on the side? Luckily, I finally checked out one of the titles online and discovered my mistake. Sorry Mr. Gaiman, for all the bad thoughts!!!
Jeanne! I thought the same thing when I first heard of graphic novels, but instead of sex I thought they must be really violent books! And then when I found out what they were I was all, “You mean comic books?” Because, THEY ALREADY HAD A NAME. Heh, there’s a difference, I know.
Fleegan, me friend, evertime me kid brings home a “graphic novel” and exclaims, “Look, Mum, I read it in a wee half hour! The whole book!” I think to meself, “Argh, it’s just a comic book.” Grumble grumble. (I always like to get all Irish or something like when I’m complaining about literary things OR THE LACK THEREOF to people named Fleegan.)
Aye, Rosey. The trick there is not to disrepect his reading choice, but to say, “What? You only read one?”
HAHAHAHA, I’d be so good at parenting.
I thought that at first myself. But you know the saying “a picture is worth a thousand words”? Well, when you really delve into a well-written graphic novel, if you are observant and look at the images in depth, they really do add to the dialog. And many of them are defintely adult oriented – not as in “dirty”, but as in sophisticated subjects. See if your child notices the details. Of course, this means you have to read one yourself! Enjoy!