[quote]Headhunter wrote:
Travacolypse wrote:
Headhunter wrote:
Wow, thanks to all the ladies who are discovering the Offbeat parts of T-Nation! Your participation is welcomed!
It never occured to me that posting pics of my daughter would rile people, and calling her my adopted daughter was somehow bad. Forgive me as I am older (53) and we maybe speak somewhat differently. I mentioned ‘adopted’ simply to avoid confusion; I’m not asian and my daughter is.
I do sometimes brag on my kids (my older boy got a 34 on the ACT, putting him in the top 1% of all test takers. My younger boy got straight As in Middle Skule again) but rarely. Those are their accomplishments, not mine. And there goes my bragging quota for the next year!! 
You’d think a 53 year old teacher would possess the ability to construct some rebuttal above and beyond “omg, ur manless alcoholic. get out of teh rehab.” Or not.
You’re correct.
Emily,
So you’re a MALE counselor… of children… who goes on the Web as ‘Emily’? Do the children know that you are a man? How do you dress around them? Do you take them ‘camping’? You, who question my teaching 17 year olds because of a joke thread, pretend to be a woman on the web. Laughable.
Uh…yeah…no worries there, right? Right?
And Trava-whatever, if you couldn’t figure out that the vibrator thing was a joke, then I suggest a camping trip with Emily, being on the same intellectual plane and all.
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I spent several gut-wrenching hours participating in the disruption of an adoption yesterday. A disrupted adoption, Headhunter, is when adopted parents change their minds about being parents because it’s gotten too intense for them, usually when the kid hits adolescence and it all gets scary. They turn the child over to state custody. I was there because I’ve seen the kid a couple of times. So I sat in a room with this kid and his family while his world fell to pieces, going over options (charge him with assault, abandon him, etc). His family looked like they were going to die of grief and guilt. The poor kid was crying off and on and at one point his lip was quivering. My lip was quivering through a lot of it, too. One more abandonment for another kid left in a rat-infested box. I didn’t think I was going to make it home from work without having to pull the car over to throw up. Learn how to say “my daughter” like you mean it, you fucking idiot.
And if you’re going to insult me, learn how to do it competently. You’re calling me a man now because Standndeliver misunderstood my mockery of your asinine attempt to wound me by calling me a girl? Moron. It’s so patently ridiculous, such a desperate reach, it falls completely flat. Once again, you look like an imbecile.
And although yes, I question your suitability to a teaching position, I mostly do so because you’re such an ass. I use up all my energy on disdain over things like your comment that your job is to educate the nearly uneducable. There’s nothing like a teacher who suggests that the majority of his students suffer from Severe Mental Retardation (IQ level 20-40, below what they once called the “educable” level, IQ 35 or so). I don’t have the energy to worry additionally that you’re diddling students. And I don’t believe I’ve anywhere accused you of that. I believe my only substantial references to your teaching career have focused on A) Your stupidity, and B) Your hatefulness. That, Headhunter, is why I question you teaching 17-year-olds.
But we really weren’t talking about that. We were talking about your daughter, the star of this thread’s Original Post. So let me reiterate one more time, since I’m trained to make the world a better place one small, measurable goal at a time. Learn how to say “my daughter.” Practice! If people notice that you’re Caucasian and she’s not, won’t your “my daughter” clue them to her adopted status? And stop talking about how lucky she is. It’s grotesque.
