I'm at a day game for the Rochester Red Wings (AAA for Twins). Thousands of kids of all ages. A girl not more than 11 near me is eating a snow cone. A boy about the same age says, "how much to lick me like that?" She says, "$100." He asks if she takes credit cards and she says cash only. Wtf.
Then I go into the bathroom and there's a group of kids maybe 12 sharing a joint. Don't get me wrong..I've smoked my share but not at 12.
Where are the chaperones? The ones I saw were on their phones. Not blaming them. But wtf is up with society? It's so depressing
Rant over.
At least with my children, who are 16 and 14, they seem to have done less than my generation ever did. When I was in 7th grade, I was riding my bike until it got dark and spent most of summer vacation at friends houses or at the Town Hall swimming pool or finding kids whose parents were working and going over to play games or get into mischief. My kids never seem to be more than 2 streets away and although my daughter is driving now, we are able to monitor where she is at any time. Part of the deal with having a phone.
My take on this generation is that they are a lot more sheltered and reined in than mine was.
You nailed it. Good times.
The norm or a myth?
Many parents today don't spend enough time with kids like they did in the past. The internet becomes the babysitter.
Adam raised a Cain.
Not sure if this is serious
I don't understand it. We did it. We figured out how to outsmart our parents. Shouldn't it be automatic that we expect our kids to do the same? Does changing diapers trigger some sort of gullable transformation? And if your kids aren't doing any of that stuff, shouldn't you feel bad that they're such dweebs?
Single parent families.
60-70 years ago grandparents were also involved.
Not sure if serious...
Yes, and the slippery slope is a logical fallacy.
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for years. Hang on it's only going to get worse.
Yes, and the slippery slope is a logical fallacy.
Our presidential choice suggests that there may be something to this logical fallacy.
When I was eight and nine my dad spent a lot of time in the hospital, and I spent a lot of time in waiting rooms and trying not to go crazy. The gift shop provided some relief. On several occasions I reached as high as I could, grabbed a Playboy, and placed it inside an open Sports Illustrated and flipped through the pages. I can still feel my heart pounding. It just occurred to me that my son is eight going on nine. I would be horrified if I caught my son doing the same today.
Conversely, I never drank alcohol or did drugs. I hope my kids abstain, but I am working on lowering my expectations.