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Fahrenheit 4 Under 5’s Won

By korainhell
Published: February 22, 2009


It’s come to this:

Over the years as the culture has changed, along with many laws, I have re-evaluated the quality of my childhood.  I see now that what seemed like a perfectly normal middle-American church-going Midwestern family, was actually fraught by patterns of neglect and abuse.

I can see now that my salt-of-the-earth schoolteacher mother and father were sorely lacking in basic parenting skills.


Let’s examine the evidence…

On the surface these images look like the portrait of a normal middle American childhood:  a girl playing with toys, riding a bike, etc.  But look closer and you can see traces of a dangerous and destructive environment.

POISON!!

THE PICTURE OF NEGLECT

See that in my hand?  THAT is a cookie that my grandmother made with REAL BUTTER and undoubtedly with PROCESSED SUGAR.  And there I am riding my bike without the training wheels for the first time:  WITHOUT A HELMET!   Well, why bother protecting  a brain that was being destroyed by an environment saturated in asbestos and lead and mercury and DDT and Barbie and The Partridge Family?

KILLER TOYS


A  wee child surrounded by  lead-painted predators.

So small and helpless.

So easily charmed by bright shiny colors.




And worst of all: the books.

KILLER BOOK

I have scoffed at people who warn us about the way that books can warp young minds with their seditious messages.

Well it turns out that this threat is literal:  the inks used in books can contain lead.

All books prior to 1985 could legally use lead-based inks.



GENERATIONS OF ABUSEAll my life I have considered books my refuge.

I now realize that this is a sick addiction — one that was created by my parents, who were pushers dosing me with these poison-penned killers on a daily basis.

But I can’t blame them entirely. After all, patterns of abuse are handed down from generation to generation.

But it gets worse:  as soon as I could read my parents regularly took me to the library.  I know.  The library!  In my innocence I thought this was heaven. In reality it was a tower of toxin.

It is amazing I survived.  (In fact, I must be a bloody genius because despite the handicap of being brain-damaged by a childhood of intensive reading I was still able to get a Ph.D. in English.)

Help has arrived.

Not to worry, though:  we will soon be safe from the menace of vintage books and other child-endangering items.  Congress has addressed the threat with the Consumer Product Safety Improvement Act of 2008 (CPSIA):

“[U]nder a law Congress passed last year aimed at regulating hazards in children’s products, the federal government has now advised that children’s books published before 1985 should not be considered safe and may in many cases be unlawful to sell or distribute.”   (Walter Olson “The New Book Banning”  Feb. 12, 2009. city-journal.org)

This includes thrift stores, garage sales and ebay.  Anyone found to sell the contraband risks jail time and a $100,000 fine.

Congress passed this bill in the midst of the hysteria over the Chinese toxic toys. Congress was encouraged by the support from retail giants, who are always such bastions of concern for consumer safety.    As a result we are now free to only shop for  new consumer items at large retailers because they are the only ones that can afford the expensive tests that prove the safety of their products.  (For this bill we also owe a debt of thanks to the support from Ralph Nader, the stalwart consumer rights advocate and racist with an attention-craving disorder.)

The new law will make us safe from all of those evil shops that sell used clothes, toys and books as well as any small retailer or crafter of children’s toys, clothing, or books.

No more handmade wooden toys from New England carpenters,    

No more handmade frocks from Midwestern seamstresses. 

As for the nation’s current stockpiles of dangerous toxic books?

Readers will no doubt be relieved to know that the CPSC commissioner Thomas Moore  has called for pre-1985 books to be “sequestered” until more is known about their dangers.

Emily Sheketoff, associate executive director of the American Library Association has described the choice that libraries must make under the current law:

”Either they take all the children’s books off the shelves, or they ban children from the library.”

It is such a relief to know that the new law will protect the children of today from the terrible hazards that I  had to endure.

Resources:

Further information about the work being done to protect children from the book menace can be found at :  overlawyered.com.

Also: a petition for handmakers (Yay! Save the hands!?)

Child Safety Experts Call for Restrictions on Childhood Imagination (theonion.com) (Note: another of my favorite Onion headlines is “Your child’s health: is it really that important?”)


“…Somebody’s gotta tell you for your own good: your children are overrated and overvalued, and you’ve turned them into little cult objects. You have a child fetish, and it’s not healthy.”  – George Carlin:  fuck the children




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  1. korainhell posted the following on February 22, 2009 at 7:59 pm.

    For the record. I am fully in support of getting lead paint and asbestos out of schoolrooms. And for lead-free toys. And for children to wear helmets on bikes and skateboards.

    But this law is fucking ridiculous.

  2. VirusWithShoes posted the following on February 22, 2009 at 8:05 pm.

    @Kora: CHILD-MURDERER!!!

  3. Fishnets & Cigarettes posted the following on February 22, 2009 at 8:10 pm.

    Please don’t tell me I have to give up that copy of “Little Black Sambo”.

    I’m sure it’s full of lead, and the whole “tiger turning into butter” thing is really shameful.

  4. Fishnets & Cigarettes posted the following on February 22, 2009 at 8:25 pm.

    Absolutely true: In the early part of the 20th century, Uranium was used as a colorant for low-fire ceramic glazes. This was in addition to the lead glaze base. Uranium was the primary colorant for red, yellow and orange.

    Welcome to FiestaWare. A recent visit to Los Alamos has a Fiestaware plate (among other things) next to a Geiger counter. click click click click click

  5. Fishnets & Cigarettes posted the following on February 22, 2009 at 8:34 pm.

    My parents were very responsible. Here’s a nice picture of Baby Me, naked, on a table, near the edge, within arm’s reach of an overloaded electrical socket and directly under an unsecured radio.

    baby fishnets

  6. Fishnets & Cigarettes posted the following on February 22, 2009 at 8:36 pm.

    You’d think I can upload a picture by now:

    baby fishnets

  7. Fishnets & Cigarettes posted the following on February 22, 2009 at 8:38 pm.

    I hate the internets:

    baby fishnets

  8. Fishnets & Cigarettes posted the following on February 22, 2009 at 8:45 pm.

    You’d think I’d have learned how to use the Internets by now:

    Baby Fishnets

  9. Fishnets & Cigarettes posted the following on February 22, 2009 at 8:45 pm.

    someobdy broke the picture uploader thingie. and it wasn’t me.

  10. Curly Q Tips posted the following on February 22, 2009 at 9:06 pm.

    This is why we can’t have nice things.

  11. korainhell posted the following on February 23, 2009 at 12:27 am.

    curly q – ha!
    fishnets: that photo is fabulous. And children’s protective services has been notified.

  12. monkeyrash posted the following on February 23, 2009 at 12:37 am.

    I’ve always blamed my parents and supposedly normal upbringing for my attraction to strange and eccentric men. Now I know it was all those books.

  13. LipstickLibrarian posted the following on February 23, 2009 at 1:15 am.

    I knew eating all those books was a bad idea.

  14. pufflehuff posted the following on February 23, 2009 at 8:11 am.

    Pictures of small children reading small books are yummy.

  15. Llamalash posted the following on February 23, 2009 at 8:25 am.

    Oh GREAT, now we’re going to have to have a big ole book burning and it’s all cause Fishnets broke the internets!

  16. josiegroper posted the following on February 23, 2009 at 9:16 am.

    I am surprised you survived all those years of abuse…! Luckily you will be able to get revenge on them when you pick out their nursing home.

    I do agree getting lead out of children’s toys is a good idea, especially toys that are apt to be put in their mouths, but I don’t remember chewing on a good classic…

  17. BC posted the following on February 23, 2009 at 10:20 am.

    Somebody needs to format these motherfuckers for the Kindle, post-haste, so we can winnow the risks of juvenile reading down to brain and eye cancer and leukemia.

  18. FormerEnglishMajor posted the following on February 23, 2009 at 11:44 am.

    Well, I remember riding sans seatbelt in our leaded-gasoline Olds Vista Cruiser, looking up through the window as I slid across the back.

    Causing me to collide with my little sister (ok, maybe it was more like a shove) to let her know who’s boss, starting the “She started it!” “No, she did!” until achieving the primary objective: a swerve to the side of the highway and where dad threatened to go no further unless The Two Of You SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP.

    Ahhh, memories.

  19. Senor Wences posted the following on February 25, 2009 at 8:49 pm.

    Apologies for the late reply…sometimes on my office computer I get this “slow typey” thing lag in this box, so some posts get away from me.

    This reminds me of a story. About a decade ago I had the great good fortune of traveling to far flung lands, like wayyyyy on the other side of the planet and getting kinda weird sometimes.

    So I’m on the island of Flores, which, ha, wasn’t even visited by missionaries until the 1930s, in this little village in the interior. So, like, we’re talking a place that ain’t got no lawyers whatsover, so, you know, buses packed with people and livestock and folks riding on top, always plunging into gorges and shit. A place where people worship rocks because your dead grandpa is in a rock.

    Any rate. Walking around this village, and these two little kids ride by on their little bikes, as their vast extended family looks on, laughing and charmed by their behavior.

    These little kids on their little bikes had clear plastic bags wrapped over their heads, giggling away. Their families all laughing away at how cute the whole thing is as they tore by.

    I was all like this: “What the???”

    Still wonder what the fuck they were playing at. Not astronaut, I guess. These were not an astronaut aware people. Uh…pretending to be boogedy island spirits who have bubbles on their heads?

    Maybe they were getting off on the lack of oxygen.

    No fucking clue.

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