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May 12, 2009

Truth and Responsibility [OR] The Cult of Parenting

There's something bothering me right now, so I'm taking a few precious moments away from my packing to get this off my chest.

And no, it's not the radioactive green color of my poop. I think I've just been going overboard on the Lucky Charms lately. Damn those delicious marshmallow clovers!!

No, there is actually something else on my mind right now.

It's the amount of power people give children. I just don't get it. I don't assign any fault to nonparents, like my dad (yes, I do consider him a nonparent, and we'll likely get into that at a later time), who just don't understand anything about raising children because they've never taken this task on day-in and day-out and simply lack the wisdom that comes from the full-time parenting experience.

Nonparents are perfectly entitled to be baffled by the mysterious ways of child development. A little education might do you good, but some lessons can only be learned through experience. It's not your fault. Really.

No, it's the amount of power parents are willing to give their children that concerns me so much right now.

I've seen some parents who seem to be afraid of their children. How can you be afraid of something so much smaller than you? To be fair, it's not really a physical fear, so much as it is an emotional one. C'mon, folks! You set the rules, and it is up to you to require obedience. You are not your child's friend, so don't seek their approval. Children need boundaries and discipline, and they will only abuse and take advantage of your weak parenting.

Other parents worship their children. We've all seen those doting parents, like Cartman's mom, who think their children can do no wrong. Or the parent who (erroneously) thinks their child is somehow "better" than the rest because this particular offspring possesses some (non)unique talent, such as intelligence, athletic ability, or beauty. They parade their child around like some kind of trophy, demanding special allowances be made for their "special" child, and end up creating a monster in the process.

I'm certainly not arguing that children have an inherent tendency toward evil that needs to be beaten out of them or constantly monitored to keep in check. No, that smacks too much of religious fundamentalism.

The idea that children are all pureness and light is just as ludicrous. This is what has me so worked up right now: the parents of these so-called "Indigo Children." These parents believe their children have some kind of special power (in extreme cases) or that their children are somehow evolved beyond normal humanity (in more typical cases). Take a look at this description of what an indigo child is.

Excuse me, but what they describe is simply a spoiled brat. This is the result of raising your child without rules, boundaries, limitations, etc; they think they are above rules and don't understand why they should be applied to them.

I tend more toward John Locke and his philosophy of the tabula rasa ("blank slate"). Children are born with few tendencies toward anything (obviously, there are some behaviors like alcohol abuse or depression which we may be more prone to through genetics); it is environment, especially the influence of caregivers, which shapes the way children learn and develop.

This is not to say that we have no control over what type of people we are, of course. But as children we are largely shaped by our parents or other primary caregivers, and as we become adults we make decisions for ourselves and become the people we are. This is the very reason why we are raised by adults and eventually move out on our own; in the beginning we lack the wisdom and common sense to make responsible decisions on our own, and it is the responsibility of the parent to impart their wisdom and teach us the lessons we need to become adults. Yes, it is possible to learn these lessons on your own, but that is a much more difficult task, and many people fail without the proper preparations provided by parents and other caregivers.

Sheesh, talk about consonance. Try saying that last sentence three times fast.

Children who are never taught right from wrong, who are never taught about personal responsibility and accountability, who aren't required to show respect for others, etc, do not usually "grow" into these things. More often than not, they grow up to be amoral monsters who don't understand the harm they inflict on others with their selfish ways. In many cases, they do not seek specifically to hurt people; they simply don't understand the effects of their actions.

They may not possess the magical powers of little Anthony, but they can be every bit as dangerous to those around them.

Children who are taught early on the "why's" of right and wrong, personal responsibility toward self and others, and who are held accountable for their actions, on the other hand, will often grow up to be responsible, respectable adults -- or at least, they will be as children until they grow up and choose otherwise.

I simply don't understand how misguided parents can be. I don't understand this willingness to relinquish control to someone who cannot begin to match your experience and wisdom, to let them control your life.

Maybe, had these people chosen not to follow their children, they would have eventually joined a cult. Such is their insatiable need to find meaning in something outside themselves.

Even at my worst a few years ago, when I lacked any motivation to shape my life, I still didn't let my children control me. I have always been a strict disciplinarian (if anything, I have become a more laid-back parent as I've taken more control over the rest of my life). The changes I made in my life were not made because of my children alone; had they not been in my best interests as well, I would not have made them. Yes, I make decisions concerning my life in regard to how they affect my children, but their concern rarely overrides my own.

Yes, my children place limitations on my career choices, where I live, who I can date, who is willing to date me, what car I drive, how I spend my free time, etc. On the other hand, I could just as easily have had abortions or given my children up for adoption; I may still have eventually made similar decisions to those I've made as a parent, with or without my amazing children.

But the choices that come with having children were also beneficial to me, so I chose to keep them and raise them with all the love and discipline I can give. In the end, I'm happier with things this way. My career path may not be exciting, but it is reliable and interesting enough. I consider the safety of my home and car more than I did in the past, which is always a good thing. I spend less time drinking and smoking pot, and doing things that are healthier and more worthwhile -- another plus.

And, oh no, I'm pickier about the guys I date because I shouldn't expose them (my children, that is) to unnecessary harm! Oh, some guys who are too selfish or immature are automatically repelled by motherliness! Eh, so I have better built in screening. Big deal.

Please, don't get me wrong. I love my children more than anything. Through raising them I've learned many wonderful things and grown personally in ways I probably could not have without them. My children are unique and special, but so are all living things; therefore, my children are just as bound by the rules as everyone else, and they deserve the same love and commitment to preparations for adulthood as any other child.

My point, of course, is this: Parents who let their children control them are creating monsters. Parenting is a great responsibility, and one which should be carefully considered before jumping headlong into. Those who aren't up to the task, who aren't strong enough to set limits, who are so weak and looking for guidance that they are willing to surrender themselves to the supposed superiority of their own children, ought to pass. Maybe you should consider a dog, cat, or better yet a fish. Something that won't survive you and end up perpetuating your misguided behavior. The last thing society needs is even more self-absorbed, amoral nit-wits hell-bent on shaping the world and its rules to suit them.

April 12, 2009

Attachment in the 21st Century

I hate becoming emotionally invested in a show. You never know when you'll turn your TV on one day and -- POOF! -- no more favorite show.

All that time spent becoming emotionally involved in the characters -- wasted. All those hours following a plot, with all those twists and turns -- wasted. Hours invested in a show, when you could have been doing something else: reading, writing a soon-to-be bestseller, creating art, walking, finding true love, or even just watching a different show -- wasted.

And what do you have to show for it? Maybe your own theories on what could have happened next. Your hopes and dreams for the characters. Your "perfect" ending never realized.

Or maybe, just maybe, all you have is regret. Regret that you put so much effort into something that was doomed from the start. Regret that so much time can never be recovered.

Let's face the facts, folks. We all know that the average show has a very short shelf life now. Gone are the days of shows that began when we were youngsters and ran on long enough for our children to enjoy new episodes with us (okay, The Simpsons is one exception, but that show's a rare breed). Most shows are lucky to run more than a season or two nowadays, and executives are so quick to cut a show as soon as interest starts to wane.

The precarious relationships we make with our shows has not improved with all the advances in technology, either. Through satellite, cable, and even the internet we can watch shows thousands of miles from where they originated, and you have the potential to continue to follow your show no matter how far away you move. You can even enhance your relationship with your show through "exclusive" content online that isn't available on TV.

You still run the same risk that your favorite show will be canceled way too soon, but at least you can enjoy it to the fullest extent possible while it lasts.

That's all well and good, but what if you aren't blessed with the latest technology? What if all you have is a lousy set of rabbit ears? Reception comes and goes depending on the time of day and weather patterns. Your show might be available to everyone except you because of those damn, ancient rabbit ears! Static again, instead of that favorite show! Squiggly lines or interference from other stations instead of those beloved characters!

Then there's the wait. Did you miss something important? Will you even recognize your show if/when you see it again? Will the network executives demand that a key character be written out because they aren't popular enough, or cancel your show in favor of a newer, shallower one?

It's a risky world out there, folks. I've been burned too many times by awesome shows gone bad or ended before their time. True, I've had the good sense to walk away once the writing was on the wall, but by that time I'd usually endured more than my fair share of flat jokes, empty story lines, and cookie-cutter scripts.

Occasionally a show will give me every indication that this is the show for me; the one I've been waiting for all this time, and it's so good that there's no way it could ever be canceled. The writing is too good, too snappy, and the characters are so fresh, honest, and original that interest will never fade. Then, after a week on vacation or getting caught up in mounds of homework too many weeks in a row, I switch on my TV and am completely surprised by what I see: the show I remember is no longer there. The characters are so different, or the storyline is so perverted from its original form that -- if it is even the same show (since occasionally it's simply not on air anymore) -- it is completely unrecognizable now. *sigh* Screwed again by an overly materialistic society and media, both so obsessed with vanity and youth that at the first sign of trouble they bail on a perfectly good show.

Don't they understand that even an awesome show will have its lulls? Don't they know that (as with many other things in life) a show's popularity will have peaks and valleys? Sometimes what begins as a comedy will take a dramatic turn, but you just have to roll with the changes and have faith that the audience will continue to love and appreciate the show for all its good qualities.

Maybe I'm old-fashioned, but I can't idly watch a show here and there. If I'm going to devote any time to a show, I want it to be the real thing. Something with substance. Something that can last. Something that will be around long enough to introduce my children to one day. I can't keep doing these one-night stands and casual relationships with shows that won't stick around; it just isn't in me.

What's worse is that every once in awhile, I find a great show but I'm afraid to commit. Every time I try to watch I keep asking myself if this is really worth it. I've become so full of doubt and distrust that in the end, no matter how good that show is, I just can't enjoy it. All those other shows in the past have ruined me and try as I might, I just can't shake those bad feelings.

I'm tired of holding back. I want to find a show that I can open up to and truly enjoy. I want a show that's original. One that excites me. One that's going to be around tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that. I want a show full of wit. One that's smart and sassy, and maybe even a bit racy. Okay, one that's more than a bit racy; hell, I want a show that pushes all the boundaries. One that makes me laugh. One that teaches me new things. One that opens my mind to things I never thought of before. I want a show that makes me look forward to turning on my TV, instead of making me cringe as I wonder whether it'll even be on next week, or if I should get out before I become too emotionally involved.

In short, I want a show that I can fall in love with and know that it will always be there for me.

March 22, 2009

A Snippet of Something I'm Reading

From Love and Mr. Lewisham, p1 (introducing Mr. Lewisham's character):

"He was called 'Mr' to distinguish him from the bigger boys, whose duty it was to learn, and it was a matter of stringent regulation that he should be addressed as 'Sir'.

He wore ready-made clothes, his black jacket of rigid line was dusted about the front and sleeves with scholastic chalk, and his face was downy and his moustache incipient. He was a passable-looking youngster of eighteen, fair-haired, indifferently barbered and with a quite unnecessary pair of glasses on his fairly prominent nose -- he wore these to make himself look older, that discipline might be maintained."


I could go on, but that's a good stopping point; otherwise I'd end up copying the entire thing.

incipient moustache
quite unnecessary pair of glasses

I wish more authors today wrote like this. *sigh* I absolutely love H.G. Wells.

Other books you may know by him:
The Time Machine
The Island of Doctor Moreau
The Invisible Man
The War of the Worlds

A few you should know, but probably don't:
The Wheels of Chance
A Modern Utopia
Ann Veronica
The New Machiavelli
The Shape of Things to Come

Complete list of his works, according to Wikipedia.

Read. Culturalize yourself. Enjoy.

No, that's not a real word. I just made it up. But if we keep using it, it could be one day. Such is the beauty (and downfall) of our fluid language.