I just got done reading the new issue of Rolling Stone, and “The Deadliest Game” (sorry, not available yet on their site) has me convinced that letting a kid play contact sports is just plain crazy — that is, if you value the health of their brains. I don’t care how much of your suburb’s social network is based on sports, or how much your kid enjoys them.

Especially girls. They’re a lot more susceptible than boys to concussions (weaker neck muscles) and they take twice as long to recover.

The thing I learned: Not every concussion will cause long-term damage, but there’s no way of knowing in advance. So parents are playing Russian roulette with their kids’ brains.

Oh, I can so relate! It’s not that I don’t like people; I do. And it’s not that I’m anti-social, because I’m not. It’s just that I require lots of alone time.