Fucking Liz Fraser in the weekend guardian is the latest in a long line of journalists and writers who seem to think this is ok.
Here's a sample of what she has to say in her article about her sense of loss in watching her children grow from primary age into teenagers:
"When the joy goes - and it does, because life moves on and you can’t play peek-a-boo with a 12-year-old who wants to play Minecraft with his similarly zit-infested mates – it feels like bereavement."
"Those young children are dead now. They are gone."
"The bereavement is long, slow and refreshed every day."
Just so you know, Liz Fraser, watching a child grow up as it gets older is really not anything like not watching a child grow up because the child is dead. I know this, because I've tried them both.
Please tell me I'm not the only one who notices this shit? Please tell me you recognise that it's not the fucking same at all? That it's not even a tiny bit similar and that it's crass in the extreme to suggest it?