Both Peggy Orenstein and Cara Natterson have children who — deliberately, I assume — are mentioned only occasionally in their excellent books about raising better boys. Instead, Orenstein relies on the revealing and sometimes painfully intimate interviews she conducted over the course of two years with boys aged 16 to 22, and Natterson draws from years of practical experience as a pediatrician, and her ability to boil down complicated scientific studies to their tablespoon of curative parental medicine. But the personal stakes for both authors are clear, and urgent. These writers are worried. Our boys get awkward and quiet; we parents get awkwarder and quieter. To her credit, Orenstein acknowledges her biases.

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A year-old girl says she was kicked out of her homeschool prom because some lecherous dads complained that she was arousing "impure thoughts. In a guest post on her sister's blog , a Richmond, Va. When she got into the ballroom, Clare, who is 5'9", was amused to find herself surrounded by shorter girls in much shorter dresses. On a balcony above the dance floor, a group of dads was, she said "ogling and talking amongst themselves," which grossed out Clare and her friends a little bit. After the kids had been "swaying with the music and talking and enjoying ourselves" for a while, the same chaperone who had complained about Clare's dress pulled her aside to tell her that some of the dads felt her dancing was "too provocative" and liable to cause "impure thoughts. Clare protested that she hadn't even been dancing, and was told once again that her regulation finger-length dress was too short. She was kicked out of the dance, and her friends decided to go with her.
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