Two mommies
Sep. 12th, 2005 06:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
daemonlunaThe not-so-great: We picked up House on DVD, which means I watched the one ep I hadn't seen yet, 1x04, "Maternity." Kudos to them for completely matter-of-factly having a lesbian couple with a newborn and no-one bats an eye, but the kid died. That's right, the only baby that dies is the lesbians'. Gah.
On the up side, there is The Girl from Turtle Mountain by Deborah Ellis, part of the Our Canadian Girl series (which is a really good mid-elementary historical fiction series with some awesome writers, ie, Deborah Ellis, author of The Breadwinner). Keeley and her father have just moved to the mining town of Frank, Alberta. It's 1901, and if you're from Alberta, you probably know that yup, in two years, that mountain is coming down. (The town of Frank? Is no longer. Instead, there's an interpretative center, and it's on the maps as "Frank Slide." Taking that particular highway always creeped me out as a kid.)
Anyhow, her best friend down the road lives with her two grandmas: "That's me, and there's my mother and father--they're dead--and here's Grandma Mable and here's Grandma Ethel. Well, Grandma Mable is my real grandmother. Ethel is her friend. It's just easier to call them both Grandma."
Hooray for inclusionary representations of same-sex couples outside of problem novels, is all I have to say.
On the up side, there is The Girl from Turtle Mountain by Deborah Ellis, part of the Our Canadian Girl series (which is a really good mid-elementary historical fiction series with some awesome writers, ie, Deborah Ellis, author of The Breadwinner). Keeley and her father have just moved to the mining town of Frank, Alberta. It's 1901, and if you're from Alberta, you probably know that yup, in two years, that mountain is coming down. (The town of Frank? Is no longer. Instead, there's an interpretative center, and it's on the maps as "Frank Slide." Taking that particular highway always creeped me out as a kid.)
Anyhow, her best friend down the road lives with her two grandmas: "That's me, and there's my mother and father--they're dead--and here's Grandma Mable and here's Grandma Ethel. Well, Grandma Mable is my real grandmother. Ethel is her friend. It's just easier to call them both Grandma."
Hooray for inclusionary representations of same-sex couples outside of problem novels, is all I have to say.
