Censorship

As a former (and likely future) English teacher, I have very strong opinions on censorship. Especially when it comes to parents who come in or call saying, "I don't want my child to read this book because I heard..." I understand wanting to protect your child, but at the same time, you should come in armed with information, not hear-say. Also, don't tell say your child can't read something until you've read it yourself and have firm reasons why your child shouldn't be exposed to it. Be wise about why you are choosing to keep your child from reading something. If you don't want them to read a classic book because it has the h-e-double-hockey-sticks word in it, get real. Your kids hear a LOT worse at school. Promise.

On the other hand, as a parent (especially a Christian parent) I completely understand wanting to protect your child from ideas you find ludicrous or language you don't want them exposed to yet. I constantly find myself telling kids at school to watch their mouths because there is a 2-year-old around.

Some censorship is done for good reason, other censorship is done for stupid reasons, and then some censorship is done with good intentions but maybe not so necessary.

That's what I want to write about today. I censor my blog--not because I worry about what other people are going to think about me, because frankly, if you don't like what I'm saying, don't read it. I censor it because certain people (MY HUSBAND) reads it and sometimes...he gets embarrassed by things I post. You know...like when I write about poop.

You see, he knows me. He knows I talk about poop. He knows sometimes I can be a bit too graphic or inappropriate when it comes to things that might make some people (other men) uncomfortable such as child birth stories, female issues, etc.

I could care less if people are uncomfortable about things that are the truth. Poop happens. Childbirth is GROSS. But...I do publish my blog (obviously) and I post it to facebook where people we are friends with see it. You know...guys he's friends with.

So out of love and respect for my hunny, I try to be a little cautious about what I say...sometimes. I had to giggle when he mentioned my poop post. I wish I had a picture of his face. It was priceless. But still, I feel a little guilty seeing him that embarrassed. You see, his job, as my better half, is to keep me from verbal vomit in front of people we don't know well, or people who won't care what I'm rambling about. I LOVE that he does this for me. It makes life easier. I think that's why he gets so "concerned" about what I post on here. He's just trying to protect me and the people who read this.

Do you want to be protected? Or do you want more "inappropriate" things? Just wondering as I aim to please. :)

Also, he's probably going to fuss at me about posting this. :)