Some parents on the sidelines at their children’s athletic events behave quite badly.
Also, the sun sets in the west.
In other words, the fact that parents get out of hand at their kids’ games isn’t exactly groundbreaking news.
Lots of things crossed my mind as I cringed and smiled my way through Bo Burnham’s amazing new film, Eighth Grade.
First – and this particular sentiment was a near-constant refrain – I found myself swimming in gratitude that I was no longer in 8th grade myself.
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In research that’s been done about kids’ fears, the most frightening thing is losing or being left without a parent.
Through the events at the U.S.
“Dear Dr. Schlozman: This psychiatry course convinces even the biggest skeptics.”
This comment, entirely well meaning, is also deceptively profound. Whenever I sit down to discuss the variations of stigma with regard to mental health, I think first of this comment.
It was Patriot’s Day in Massachusetts.
I was meeting with a film maker about a possible collaboration on a documentary. We were interested in the impact of digital media on youth.
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Recently, youth-driven marches such as ‘March for Our Lives’ have received extensive media coverage.
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We’re not going to pretend it isn’t so.
Friends don’t let friends drive drunk.
AdCouncil (1983)
We all remember this slogan.
It was coined at the launch of the Drunk Driving Campaign.
Since then, awareness of the serious risks of driving under the influence of alcohol are well known. And there have been significant changes in driving behavior.
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When I was a ninth grader in 1964, I was suspended from school for selling peace buttons for the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee.
I was a tad anxious about how my mom would react, but when I came home that morning, she was beaming.