“My Call” by Bill Milligan

Since the political correctness movement took over America, I’ve wanted to write about it. But I haven’t felt I could add to the conversation until now that it’s hit south county.

As Editor Gloria Lloyd reported Aug. 30, Oakville High Principal Jan Kellerman got into trouble over comments she made to incoming freshmen about the school dress code.

But the comments are common sense. Her advice to girls was: Don’t show too much skin while attending school, or as she stated, don’t show your “boobs, bellies or butts.”

Her advice to boys was a warning to not wear what are commonly referred to as “wife-beaters,” or tank tops.

But some parents took issue with her comments, and the Mehlville Board of Education is treating the situation as a personnel issue.

I’ll never understand why.

Are other people content to allow their daughters to parade in public showing their legs and bellies in inappropriate attire?

Part of me still believes it’s not my place to tell anyone else what to wear or how to dress — I remember not having much to choose from in my own closet when I was a teenager.

But when it comes to freshmen in high school, I still think it’s better to argue with your daughter over her appearance than to let her appear in public immodestly dressed.

The problems I have with those who are politically correct are too numerous to mention. For starters: Don’t you have anything better to do? I mean, don’t you have a J. O. B.? If you have a need to see the world through politically correct glasses, fine. But don’t expect everyone else on the planet to share your views.

Did it ever occur to you that other people don’t share your views and don’t care what you think? I thought everyone on the planet knew to keep their opinions to themselves. I  like the color blue, but I don’t discriminate against those who prefer orange. I like jazz music, but I don’t look down on those who like marching bands.

How can anyone in this world not recognize and appreciate the wondrous variety of this world and the diverse opinions of those who live around us?

In short, even if you don’t appreciate a person’s words, why is everyone so quick to judge those who have opinions that are different than their own? My parents once told me variety is the spice of life. If you’ve never heard those words, it would pay you to remember them.