This clown. Self-proclaimed child-raising expert. And he’s only semi-retiring. But from here on in, he’ll only be preaching to the converted. So I can do a guilt-free happy dance without his having to die!
“My trusted advisors, including my manager-daughter, pointed out that the demographic I most want to reach does not tend to suffer morning inky-finger syndrome.”
Yeah, I wonder how many of his regular readers were old cranks, way past child-raising age.
“So, I am shifting my energy to developing a Substack and my weekly podcast, one advantage being that those outlets permit me to say what some editors will not permit me to say. Use your imagination.”
IOW, he got called on his BS too many times: citing himself as a source, claiming that ADHD does not exist. And the podcast is called “Because I Said So!” because of course it is.
His final column was a great example of his style. Kid has anxieties; solution is to get her out of the way until she stops being such a drag. “I’ve said all I have to say,” is the key phrase. Because this nimrod seems never to have learned that the best way to help kids is to listen more and talk less.
(Miss you, Guin.)