The title of this post makes it sound like some horror movie set in some forgotten cornfield. Nothing good ever happened in the corn.
I digress.
I have a theory (yes, another theory) about helicopter parents. This may seem like another digression (seriously, when did anything good happen in a movie after the lens panned longingly across a field of corn?) but it's not. I think that the Latch-Key Kids (LKKs) of the eighties have become the Helicopter Parents of the nowties.
Now, before I get started (properly... without corn references... hang on, what's that movie? Children of the Corn, I just had to go and google that because I swear the title of this post and the whole corn field thing is creeping me out a bit and it did not surprise me to learn just now that the Children of the Corn were not nice children), I should divulge that growing up we weren't LKKs -
- Sorry.
Sorry. Just one more thing... see, now that I'm referring to the LKKs it's a bit too much like the KKK and I've set this whole eerie scene up with the those creepy corn kids (who
kill grown-ups) and long shots panning across the whispering fields of corn and... well, now I think I'm actually writing a very different post to the one I started writing.
Has that ever happened to you?
[Image via Flickr by Ione Lovey]
