So that happened. The other thing that happened didn't actually happen to me per se. It sort of happened to everyone but, like all moms, I mostly only care about my kids- or at least I care more about my kids- so that means it happened to us. The "it" was testing and, it's bastard mutant offspring, "loss of recess."
Yeah. It's like something out of a morality play or a Dr. Seuss book or a Dickens novel or, at the very least, a Very Special Episode of Phineas and Ferb.
I spend a big chunk of my professional life causing trouble of just this variety. I like to imagine that I'm sort of stealth bomber in pearls and a sweater set. They hire me to do a simple job and I open up a Pandora's Box of questions. I love it and I'm pretty good at it, I think. I help people push back against stupid ideas like these. Thing is, like all superheroes, I keep my professional and personal lives very separate. I'm rocking this whole secret identity thing (some days Nice Lady with Cookies and Monkey Bread! Next day Crazy Chick Asking Snarky Questions at Inappropriate Times!) and it's starting to jam up the Badass.
So let's say I come out of the closet, so to speak. Let's say I drop the whole secret identity thing and just let it all roll out. What if I do for my own kids just what I do for other people's kids? Will my worst fears actually come to pass? Will I suddenly lose all my friends? Will my children suddenly be ostracized ? Will strangers point and giggle when I walk down the street? Will unemployment, homelessness and a bad haircut follow almost immediately?
I used to teach debate and my students would play this game- ThermoNuclear War- where they would take any decision and try to see how it could lead to Armageddon. The person who could do it in the fewest steps was the winner and you didn't get points for the most likely or even possible sequence of events. So now I have to ask myself, is this my own little game of Personal Annihilation? Are all of these imagined consequences really just a way for the Dr. Evil Doofenschmirtz in my head to keep the Badass quiet?
Hell if I know. But it's a question worth pondering, don't you think?