Today’s hot take has been brought to you by the letters T, P, and M:

OK, our curiosity has gotten the better of us. We’ll bite:

At the center of the complex is a small community pool to which I’m a member and at which many of the complex’s kids spend a good bit of their summers. It’s an easy walk from my townhouse, and the boys will be old enough this summer that I anticipate sending them down the street to the pool ahead of or even without me sometimes, letting them experience another summertime pleasure that I remember from my youth at the pool near my home. In contemplating this summer plan, I’m not at all concerned that they will be treated as part of a dangerous youthful mob, will have guns drawn on them by overreacting police officers.

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I, like my sons today, did these sorts of things as a young person: played with toy guns, got out of hand at the pool sometimes, acted like a boy. Being a kid is (or should be) one of our society’s most privileged positions, and there are few privileges of childhood more meaningful than the opportunity to play without worries, to enjoy a summer day on its own relaxed terms. This childhood luxury is becoming painfully, unmistakably intertwined with white privilege.

And Talking Points Memo is becoming painfully, unmistakably intertwined with B.S.

https://twitter.com/BenHowe/status/608357649189609474

Glory days. Right, TPM?

https://twitter.com/laurakfillault/status/608357665371234304

They do now! Thanks, TPM!

https://twitter.com/MarkMMcClain/status/608358309150773248