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All School Boards Aren't Blue

I get the feeling I'm going to be busy next year at the school board meetings in my mostly-white, wealthy, suburban bedroom-community. (Oh, and it's in Kentucky, to boot.) 

Lindsey Tichenor, our newly elected State Representative, ran unopposed, but seems to be Opposed to everything that would cause her Christian Kids to potentially open up their brains to a broader worldview. She blocked me on Facebook. And this extreme right-winged group, Moms4Liberty blocked me on Twitter. (Their intent is to flip school boards so that they become full of election deniers. Blech.) 


Since the Tichenor family live in my county, I'm stuck listening to her voice her narrow-minded opinions at the school board meetings during public expression.

Her hot button topic lately (other than masks and transgendered bathrooms) has been books. 

I'm making it my 2023 MISSION to ensure that books by LBGTQIA+ authors, BIPOC authors, and other underrepresented authors are NOT pulled from the libraries of my daughters middle school, nor the high school where she'll go in 2.5 short years. 

We'll see how that goes.

This book is NOT in my middle or high school library, but it is sitting next to me. We'll see if I can get it in there this year.

Book I Haven't Read Yet: All Boys Aren't Blue (A Memoir-Manifesto) by George M. Johnson

Why I Haven't Read It: It's on the list. 

Should You Read It: 100%


George M Johnson is the sweetest looking man, if his back flap photo is any indication. He's a writer and activist based on New York, and he's written about race/ gender/ S-E-X and culture for publications like Teen Vogue and BuzzFeed News. All Boys Aren't Blue is his debut. I already adore him.

The book, while about Johnson's "gut-wrenching memories of growing up black and queer in America," is a story we can all relate to when it comes down to it.  He "invites us to consider what social influences have governed our own lives."

Amen, brother. 

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I thought it appropriate for me to add my own reading list at the bottom of each post, so y'all know I'm reading and not just drowning in my TBR pile.

Just finished: Bad Vibes Only by Nora McInerny

Currently reading: The Dictionary of Lost Words by Pip Williams (for a book club at month end)

On Deck: Ah, jeez. I can't pick yet.
 


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