Fuckin' Piglet, man

The author of the article raises some very valid arguments.  The one issue that really struck a chord with me is that of over stimulation of children through the likes of DVDs such as "Baby Einstein."  I had the displeasure of witnessing one of these videos firsthand when a friend of mine's sister had a baby.  The baby's grandparents, while meaning well, spoiled rotten the little shitting/farting/puking machine, which included forcing it to watch these videos.  Seriously, toddler TV?  Haven't we realized that TV is not the greatest thing in the world?  To me, it seems these videos are conditioning babies to become TV-aholics, prepping them for a lifetime of tube staring, getting them ready to buy into all of the ads, corporate and media biases, social norms, and every other kind of bullshit you can think of that's on TV....I'm thinking MTV's "Laguna Beach" and every other reality show.  Real quick, I'd like to insert a "shout out" of my hate towards MTVU (University), the train wreck of music programming that is the Handschumacher's pride and joy.  I loathe you MTV...loathe you.  

Getting back to the point, the author also brought up the role that mothers play in child whimp-making.  I feel fortunate that my parents raised me in what I believe to be a semi normal, healthy fashion, as opposed to an overbearing, whimp-factory of a household.  Growing up, I had neighbors who embodied the the spirit of over-parenting.  This mom literally wore a fanny pack (bad enough) with antibacterial hand gel inside (even worse).  Her son, who is my age, grew up playing interactive educational computer games and was completely coddled since day one...He could do absolutely nothing without his mother's permission and guidance.  Even worse, still, was the god like status his parents gave to EVERYTHING Disney.  I can't name one thing in their house that didn't have a god-damned picture of Winnie the Pooh on it.  A flag, a friggin' flag, hung outside their door with that retard Piglet on it.  And of course, their son is ultimately devoid of a personality.  So, let my story be a warning to ye all.  Stear clear of the Piglet.