Catherine Connors is a mother, writer and recovering academic who traded the lecture hall for the playroom and discovered that university students and preschoolers have much the same attention span. She still dips her toes into academic waters by writing the occasional scholarly article about the place of motherhood in Western philosophy, but mostly now she changes diapers and wipes noses and indulges in long reflections on whether Yo Gabba Gabba is a harbinger of the decline of western civilization. Oh, and she blogs: in addition to Bad Mother blogging at BeliefNet, she is, among other things, the author of HerBadMother.com, Managing Editor of MamaPop, moderator of Her Bad Mother’s Basement, co-founder and co-editor of WeCovet, Contributing Editor at BlogHer, and (deep breath) founder of and contributor to Canada Moms Blog. And in her spare time… oh, wait. She doesn’t have spare time. But she’s okay with that.
The story of Roman Polanski’s long-overdue extradition to the US to face the music for raping a child thirty-some years ago has been making me crazy, not least because at the same time as the world (rightly) wrings its hands and wags its fingers and voices its horror over evils committed by clergy within the Catholic Church, celebrities, artists and assorted literati bend over backwards, morally, to defend Roman Polanski, who did exactly the same thing.
As I’ve said elsewhere, this baffles and sickens me, as a mother, as a woman, as a human being. How could anyone, anywhere, think – let alone say, out loud – that the rape of a child is anything other than a terrible crime? And why is it that it takes a comedian on a late night talk show to challenge this patent absurdity?
Chris Rock gets it. Yo freaking Gabba Gabba gets it. Why isn’t this being proclaimed everywhere?