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Who makes better parents?

About two weeks ago, a study done by UCLA School of Law researchers received a lot of media attention. You can read more here: http://www.webmd.com/parenting/news/20100607/kids-of-lesbian-parents-are-well-adjusted

The researchers drew the conclusion that children of lesbian mothers were better adjusted than the children in more traditional families, and therefore, lesbians were better parents. However, the study is seriously flawed. The three biggest flaws?

1. The women who participated in the study volunteered. No other subjects were sought out.
2. There were only 78 children included in the study.
3. The women and children self-reported, and there was no checking by researchers on the self-reporting. If mom/kid said kid was doing great in school, so be it. No one set criteria for what "great" meant, nor did the researchers check with schools regarding grades, behavior, attendance, etc.

If you know the slightest bit about statistics and research, you know these are serious flaws.

The biggest question, to me, is this, "Do I want my scientific research straight-up, or do I want it with political agendas attached?" I prefer mine straight-up.

Dr. Jennifer Robach Morse does a much better analysis of this study than I could ever do, so I direct your attention to her: http://www.ruthblog.org/2010/06/11/%e2%80%9cchildren-of-lesbians-do-well-8-reasons-why-the-latest-study-doesnt-prove-anything/

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