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flanagan continued

“Tipper Gore’s heroic campaign to get explicit music rated and labeled was born after she decided to do something few parents had even attempted: actually listen to the albums her kids had bought. She was ridiculed by many factions, including those forces on the American left who cry censorship whenever anyone attempts to protect the public, including children, from smut (and in the case of rap, smut emanating from a source the left valorizes: black urban America).”

But the specificity of Flanagan’s “I” at least serves as a journalist’s full disclosure; it accounts for early impressions that her agenda is different from mine, from the agenda I would expect from this kind of book, when I come on it in a relatively-protected liberal urban enclave. Parenthood makes us conservative, I understand this; I’m not sure, though, that I’m ready to make the leap into this argument (especially without unpacking it rather more than is done so here). Flanagan moves, really very quickly, from an argument that defines and sets aside an imaginative space, to a hard-edged cultural crusade that’s long since been lost:

“I believe we are raising our children in a kind of postapocalyptic landscape in which no forces beyond individual households — individual mothers and fathers — are protecting children from pornography and violent entertainment.”

January 15, 2012, 11:00am   Comments

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