Photo by Angelica Leicht I just really wanted to use this photo on something.
By Angelica Leicht
But it makes sense that people who aren't working while at ACL would want to bring along their little ones. The festival is pretty family-friendly, and it's a great way to expose kids to something other than Kidz Bop or sugary pop music. Perhaps these folks are prepping their kids for a lifetime of decent musical taste. And as far as festivals go, this has definitely been one of the tamer ones I've been to. There's been nary a topless chick as far as the eye can see. Everyone has been pretty well-behaved, hanging out and enjoying the music while downing a few beers in the sun.
Photo by Angelica Leicht Kids everywhere and anywhere at ACL
But something struck a nerve with me yesterday. Buried deep inside the crowd, someone brought an infant into the throngs of people watching Kendrick Lamar. And I mean deep in the throngs of people. Like, heavy weed smoke in the air, joints as far as the eye could see, and right in the damn middle? A baby.
I know, I know. Don't judge, right? But I am judging right now because that's insane to me, as a parent and a concertgoer. I dig the idea of exposing kids to music at a young age. It's great for character and brain development. But you know what's not great for brain development? Reefer madness.
Kush smoke, even secondhand, is not for tiny little babies, folks. Keep your kids out of the middle of a damn Kendrick Lamar concert, for their safety and for the freedom of the folks around you. They shouldn't have to check themselves at an open-air concert because you have a little baby right where they're hanging out. It's asinine.
Photo by Marco Torres
Your interest in Kendrick can be satiated from just a few hundred feet back, and you'd save your kid the contact high, which is maybe something you should be concerned about when they've only recently left the womb. Just saying.
So by all means, bring your kids. Bring your infants, even, if that's something you want to torture yourself with. Seems like more trouble than it's worth, cause they puke and stuff, but whatever. Your life, your kid.
But it's also my life, and my area. And I don't want to worry about whether the joint that's being passed around is going to burn your kid, or get them stoned. So if you want to bring your kid, be respectful and please, don't kill my vibe.
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