I haven't read the article yet, and I probably never will, since I don't live in New York and I'm not going to subscribe to the thing, but apparently the crux of her argument is that our kid's political line is inappropriate because it encourages parents to use their children as a billboards.
(We have shirts that say "I already know more than the president" and "President Poopyhead")
To that I can only say, what the hell are you doing when your kid's shirt says BABY GAP, or DORA THE EXPLORER, or FUTURE DALLAS COWBOY CHEERLEADER? Are you not saying: I support Indonesian sweatshop labor, or I'm teaching my child to smile, nod, and talk to the TV, or my child has a future in mini-skirts and breast implants. Oh wait, you only dress your little Emma in pretentious, designer clothing--you'd never let her wear a T-shirt. That happens to say something too.
For the record, I have no problem using my child as a billboard. I'm also using my car, my laptop, my sidewalk, my business, and anything else I can get my hands on. I'm not going to let the media stupefy me or my child into thinking that dropping bombs on and torturing the innocent civilians of a sovereign nation who did us no harm is something best kept on the down-low.
Our president IS a poopyhead, and as far as I'm concerned that's being kind. A lot of other people out there happen to think similarly, which is why our T-shirts fly out of our punked-out garage. Every time we make one, and it gets stuffed into a biogradable plastic bag, we smile a devious, little smile. Maybe, ten years from now, when these kids grow up, they'll carry forth the tattered banner we've been wavin--the banner that says that Mr. Bush is an idiot, the banner that apologizes for our nation's embarrassing behavior. Maybe, ten years from now, if we keep making T-shirts, the poopyheads will be long gone, we'll be out of Iraq, and there will be peace.
As far as we're concerned, there's no inappropriate way to get across that message. Put it on your car, your baby, yourself, hell, spray paint it all over the New York Observer office at 915 Broadway for all we care. But get the message across. By any non-violent means necessary.
James Bernard Frost