I've read some stupid parenting advice in the last twenty years, but that just about takes the cake.
“There are two novels that can change a bookish fourteen-year old’s life: The Lord of the Rings and Atlas Shrugged. One is a childish fantasy that often engenders a lifelong obsession with its unbelievable heroes, leading to an emotionally stunted, socially crippled adulthood, unable to deal with the real world. The other, of course, involves orcs.” ~ John Rogers
From middle school through high school, I attended a prep school that catered predominantly to the white, old money, high society set in my city. For the first semester that I was a student at that school, no one spoke to me. When my peers did refer to me, it was as "The 'Fro", because no one could be bothered to learn my name. It was hell.
Somewhere during the second semester, under circumstances I can't entirely recall and reasons I don't wholly remember, this ITJ guy in my year just out of nowhere decides to befriend me. Looking back, the balls on this guy as a middle schooler to go so completely and thoroughly against the grain for anyone, much less a girl, is just extraordinary. But he did. He sat with me at lunch, invited me out with his friends and family, chatted with me on AIM while we worked on homework. He was a friend to me when I didn't have one, and 16 years later I still consider him my best friend. Brother would probably be more accurate, really.