Something Serious on a Silly Snow Day

We're having a snow day here, so while we are having a blast eating chocolate ice cream in our jammies and playing under-sea explorers, I've lost my usual Tuesday morning writing day. Hard it is to sentence words and stuff when interrupts keep childrening you.

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In the wake of this (the whole incident, not just this article, I assume):

The Steubenville Rapists Are Not Tragic Heroes

one of my favorite bloggers wrote this:

A Letter To My Sons About Stopping Rape

As the mother of only girls, I beg my dear friends, the mothers and fathers of boys, to read this and speak to their sons about rape (and for all younger children, body boundaries). There is only so much I can teach my girls about being brave and careful and making smart decisions. I can't keep them safe forever. But you can explicitly teach your sons not to rape - and to put a stop to assaults and misogynistic talk and behavior if they are witnesses - and that might make all the difference in the world.