Sorry for the uncreative blog post title but I’ve had a couple grievances simmering and it’s about time to take the lid off and share. Today’s snark, brought to you bright and early at almost 3am (I’m up late, not early), comes from the fact that I can’t even read a book to my kid or play a goddamned video game without being bombarded by stupidity.
First up, the book, entitled (appropriately enough) The Belly Book. You may notice it’s by the current publisher of Dr. Seuss’s books. It is not, however, by Dr. Seuss. It is by some bozo named Joe Harris, because Dr. Seuss would never put his name on this crap. I don’t know who Joe Harris is, but I’m pretty sure he didn’t get his ass kicked enough as a child.
To understand my ire, it is not enough to look at the front cover. No, we must read the book to our child all unawares, and then stop up short at the following pages.
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