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Parenting in the 411 Age
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GIRL'S GONE CHILD
| Monday, December 22, 2008
One of my favorite topics/conundrums: Is it possible that in the age of information we know too much? Cue Carrie Bradshaw a la
I can't help but wonder....
I'd love to hear your thoughts on the matter. Is Google your parenting co-pilot? How has the Internet helped and/or hindered you? Do you think it's possible to know too much? Or has knowing "everything" empowered you as a modern parent and/or person?
And
in other news
, I'm closing shop/unplugging for the next week, busy with family and fireplaces and sale racks to DIE. Can we please talk about how CHEAP EVERYTHING IS RIGHT NOW?
Talk about donning gay apparel, I mean...
Merry Christmas. Happy Hanukkah. Enjoy your families, my fabulous friends.
GGC
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