How terrifying is that? A stinking rich 15-year-old gets a spring break trip to India, courtesy of her successful filmmaker mommy. The point of the trip is to embed within the teenager those values that her upbringing could not: empathy, compassion, gratitude.
No laptop! No cell phone! No "comfy dinner in her comfy room"!
Oh, the humanities!
I applaud people who wake up before it's too late. Kudos to cushy parents who start to heed their own vague "I don't like how you're talking to me" feeling and actually try to transform their children's lives before the young'uns wind up in the penitentiary for graft.
But this stuff just smacks of opportunism, folks. Come on.
Screenwriter-mom Tracey Jackson explained on Good Morning America that she chose to send her ingrate daughter to India because any poverty-immersion therapy here in the States would be too easily disrupted by accessible connections to comfort.
Maybe.
I dunno. I'm betting there are some reservations in a few states and even just some plain old wilderness where a spoiled American teen could feel pretty darn cut off from her world. The residents in some of those rural areas might've been perfectly happy to assist Jackson with her plight, to turn her lucky duckling child into a well-rounded, contributing member of society.
But then, those American country folks wouldn't have allowed a hovering camera crew.
It's yet another scenario that reminds me of the days when I had to tell well-intentioned Ladies Who Lunch that, no, they couldn't bring their party of children through our battered women's shelter to ogle the recipients of their goodwill, blankets, and toys.
I'm also remembering why I don't watch TV.
You people scare me.
No laptop! No cell phone! No "comfy dinner in her comfy room"!
Oh, the humanities!
I applaud people who wake up before it's too late. Kudos to cushy parents who start to heed their own vague "I don't like how you're talking to me" feeling and actually try to transform their children's lives before the young'uns wind up in the penitentiary for graft.
But this stuff just smacks of opportunism, folks. Come on.
Screenwriter-mom Tracey Jackson explained on Good Morning America that she chose to send her ingrate daughter to India because any poverty-immersion therapy here in the States would be too easily disrupted by accessible connections to comfort.
Maybe.
I dunno. I'm betting there are some reservations in a few states and even just some plain old wilderness where a spoiled American teen could feel pretty darn cut off from her world. The residents in some of those rural areas might've been perfectly happy to assist Jackson with her plight, to turn her lucky duckling child into a well-rounded, contributing member of society.
But then, those American country folks wouldn't have allowed a hovering camera crew.
It's yet another scenario that reminds me of the days when I had to tell well-intentioned Ladies Who Lunch that, no, they couldn't bring their party of children through our battered women's shelter to ogle the recipients of their goodwill, blankets, and toys.
I'm also remembering why I don't watch TV.
You people scare me.
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