“Keeping violent media away from boys could be a bad idea” and other links…
Michael Thompson: “The figures are certainly worrying, according to Tyre: ‘Boys get expelled from preschool at four times the rates of girls,’ she writes. ‘They are prescribed the lion’s share of ADHD medication, they get most of the C’s and D’s in middle school, and they drop out of high school more than girls. Currently, only 43% of undergraduates in the United States are men.’ So what's the solution? Tyre’s suggestion is simple enough: let boys be boys by simply letting them engage in the aggressive fantasies that come to them naturally.”
First, let award-winning educator set the context that surrounds public education in “John Taylor Gatto: Outing School” here in the kinté space. Then let us not confuse masculine “aggressive fantasies” with the kind of ‘military-friendly’ violence sold by huge media companies. To express love is an act of aggression and courage. Schools teach obedience—not courage and independence.
ADHD: “Pay Attention”
Dan Gordon: “ADHD is much more likely to be diagnosed in affluent areas, perhaps because those parents believe an ADHD diagnosis can help their kids in school, and they are more likely to push for it. On the other hand, lack of awareness about the biological basis of ADHD and a lingering social stigma around mental illness may contribute to underdiagnosis, particularly in less affluent communities.”
“Mama Daughter Drama”
This blistering YouTube.com video by Alexyss K. Tylor delves into the deep recesses of what happens between mother and daughter. The topic discussed here has literally ruined my life and goes back to late-blooming discovery that the greatest “enemy” of a woman is another woman—and the enmity goes off the chain when a toxic system is set up between mother and daughter.
“BLACK HISTORY MONTH: BLACK HEROINES, PART 7: ZABETH: THE ETERNAL MAROON”
Ann: “The child died at the age of six. . . .and in no time, Zabeth was back in the woods. Soon after she was brought back, she ran away again. The records of the notaries listed eighteen escape attempts. At the mill, she slid between the rolling stones, but they stopped the machine in time and she was back at the hospital, indifferent to her three missing fingers. More than ever, she sang this strange Mandingo song, a tune that seemed to pierce the very walls of the hutches and even the solid stone of the slave master’s big house. She was told to keep quiet but still she sang.”