The other day, a study was released that suggests that spanking may be good for your kids. Which, of course, immediately caused me to roll my eyes and wonder, out loud, when they will release the studies that show that if you throw screaming children in swimming pools, they will learn to swim faster, or that if you waterboard them, it'll increase their lung capacity.
Still, it gave me pause to reflect on my own considerations on spanking (yes, I've done it; no, I'm not proud), and then to write about it. Which, all things considered, I really don't recommend. There's no way to write about spanking from any perspective that doesn't lead to virtual fisticuffs. Ironic, I know.
You can read the post for yourself, but really, the real action is in the comments, where I am lambasted for a) judging spankers too harshly, and b) being too easy on spankers, and why didn't anyone call the cops on me when I spanked my kid, really. Once you're done there, you can weigh in at the clubhouse, where I've posed relevant questions in far less inflammatory terms: Are Spankers Evil And Should They Go To Hell Or Jail? Or Are They Just The Only Parents Who Understand What Kids Need These Days Dammit And Get The Hell Off My Lawn! Or just weigh in with the cop-callers and the happy-spankers chez HBM. Whatever floats your masochistic boat.