My dad gave me a Kobo for Christmas. I never would have gotten one for myself (I'm a late adopter) so it was a lovely surprise. I bought myself a paperless subscription to our local newspaper and was digging keeping abreast of the city and the world. Chinese New Year celebrations downtown! Revolution in Egypt! I could read all about it whenever I had 5 minutes to myself which, as a mom of 3 wee ones, is pretty much as good as it gets.
So of course my two-year old threw it down the stairs.
I'd like to think it had more to do with his desire to learn about gravity and velocity than a mandate to sever my connection to the world. But now the screen is broken. And I have no idea what's going on unless it's happening in my living room. And what's happening in my living room is runny noses and poopy diapers. And now that I've had a good helping of a discourse that goes beyond the bodily effluvia of my little sneezers, I need to know. Whassup, World?
If I only had some sort of portal through which I could connect to the gamut of human experience... oh right, the Internets!
So. I logged onto to my Google Reader. First I checked out all the mommy blogs I subscribe to so I could read about the bodily effluvia of someone else's children. I learned on Amber's blog that it is International Women's Day and I read her very deft personal essay about her daughter's panties in honor of the occasion. Then I plunged into the BBC World News headlines. Air Strikes in Libya, Vietnam trying to rescue a giant turtle they consider a national treasure, Charlie Sheen fired!
BBC World News RSS feed. Why have I forsaken thee?
Man admits schoolgirl sex attack
Mother guilty of killing children
Children 'witness rape of mother'
Risking rape: Tanzinian school girls risk rape for an education
That's why I stopped reading the BBC World News. The child rape stuff. It makes me do this:
Dear Reader, I can't hack it. I know the BBC doesn't report exclusively on children being raped, but when I scroll through the headlines, that's what pops out at me. Since having children I just take it so damned personally. As a mom, hearing about violence and sexual violence targeting children feels like such a visceral attack. And I don't want it in my living room where I clean noses and kiss toeses.
How do you deal with this?