I recently read an article in Newsweek about the continuously expanding trend of moms writing publicly about their children. The article noted that Christopher Milne, son of Winnie-the-Pooh creator A. A. Milne, was so disgusted by his life as the original Christopher Robin that by adulthood he was unable to even look at a teddy bear. The article specifically lambasted a mom who recorded in a book for the world to read the failings of her son. In her published tome she complained of his drug abuse among other things, and seemingly felt her need to share was more important than his right to privacy.