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Don't let the subject line fool you, this will be a moderately general tirade, but I'm kicking it off with what I saw just now on ABC, which lately seems to stand for Another Bitch Channel due to its estrogen saturated primetime lineup.
Beating a path to the point, the SuperNanny has been dispatched to aid two separated parents in controlling their children. Well, one of them anyway. The childrens' names are Aaron and Kobe, ages twelve and five respectively. The children alternate spending time with each parent, and with their father they seem well-mannered and obedient, as children of that age should be to a parent or authority figure. However, when they're with their mother, who looks to be to an orange as Violet Beauregarde was to a blueberry, the eldest son still remains behaved as he would with his father, but Kobe... oh my fucking God. This fucking little piece of shit is a nightmare, and one of my primary reasons for not necessarily wanting to sire offspring. The other reasons are my complete and utter failure in all aspects aesthetic and my phenomenally stunted social skills, meaning that even if I were made of solid gold women would still shun me, but I digress.
I'm no Doctor Spock, nor do I profess to know the best way to raise children, but I do know this. If I had tried to pull a fucking hundredth of the garbage this kid gets away with, I would be in a wheelchair. I understand there are a number of parents in the audience tonight, and I'm sure each of you knows or has encountered somebody who doesn't have kids, but somehow magically knows the best way that you should raise yours. I don't want to come off as one of those kind of people, but I have spent the majority of my life bringing up children or assisting in doing so, albeit not always financially. I have two younger sisters and a brother, whom I have seen as infants, toddlers, children, adolescents, and lastly, adults, and I am also friends with parents whose children have taken to calling me uncle. However, the aforementioned is neither here nor there, I simply wanted to paint a different picture of myself as someone other than this ceaseless panjandrum of anger. I may be a beast, but I am not a monster.
In any event, it is my opinion that the more children fear their parents, the more likely they are to respect them. This is in no way designed to suggest that parents should abuse or otherwise neglect their young, but if children can be conditioned into a regime, ideally there would be no need for confrontation. But as was the case in tonight's episode of SuperNanny, the mother of the youngest child must have spoiled this kid like there was no tomorrow. Fast forward from infancy to the age of five, through years of this pitiful excuse for parenting, where placating the child has become a substitute for guidance and the instillment of attributes like integrity and diplomacy. The result, as some of you may have seen on the television program tonight, is children like Kobe, or other such tantrum prone children who have since become daytime talk show fodder as well. Positive Pavlovian mechanisms can be ingrained into children without having to bludgeon them with a stillson wrench. Nowadays, we live in an age where the physical discipline of children has become extremely taboo, as it could easily be misinterpreted into abuse. But rather than raise their kids to be potentially productive members of society, I notice parents that would rather shirk the consequences of their shortcomings, dope their brats up on medicines designed to inhibit bullshit disorders like ADHD, lavish them with outlandish baubles and trinkets that put even more of a strain on their disintegrated credit line such as cellular phones, computers and gaming consoles, as well as insipid name-brand apparel, and then wonder why they are trounced on like so many grapes in the process of winemaking.
Not only that, but parents are sucked into giving in to the whims of their childrens' desires to carve out some sort of social niche for themselves, which usually takes the guise of an easily affixed label, the most popular as of late being the dreaded emo craze. I'm inclined to believe that "emo" is an acronym for "estrogen made organism". Children are extremely impressionable, and they oftentimes vie with others their age whose parents have provided such luxurious amenities, which retards the development of any sense of individuality. Thus, duress is placed on the parents tenfold, as they try to subdue their fears that little Brad or Tiffany will become sad, and we wouldn't want that now, would we?
Give me a fucking break. A while back, a poster placed a video of his bedroom in Flame Wars, entitled something like "check out the room of this ffxiplayer". I guess he figured he was going to garner responses such as "WOW D00D J00 PWN" or "Man, you are awesome!" However, the putrid mongrel was flamed hastily and deservedly. Those of you who remember that video comprehend the all too possible repercussions of indulging the every waking desire of children. Each generation of kids just becomes more and more expectant of the generation before them. The parents of these kids are not hard to spot at all. You'll find them trying to plea bargain with their kids in such venues as toy and video game stores, or in supermarkets along the sugary snack food isle. A surefire sign of sub-par parenting is when a parent is pushing a shopping cart about the store, and there is fucking nine or ten year old in the God damned space where groceries were intended to go.
I can't tell anyone here to spoil or deprive their kids, nor can I expect any of you who have children or are planning on having children what to do or expect. It's an understandable instinct to want your children to have it better than you had it, but if they're not conditioned to appreciate the gestures, then the effort is a complete fucking waste. As I said earlier, I'm not the father of any children, but I am the longtime friend of several families who have kids, and I've noticed the varying parenting techniques that they use. Does this mean that my first kid will be a sure-fire winner? No, not necessarily. But I do know that my son or daughter won't be somebody of whom I'd be embarrassed or ashamed.
Beating a path to the point, the SuperNanny has been dispatched to aid two separated parents in controlling their children. Well, one of them anyway. The childrens' names are Aaron and Kobe, ages twelve and five respectively. The children alternate spending time with each parent, and with their father they seem well-mannered and obedient, as children of that age should be to a parent or authority figure. However, when they're with their mother, who looks to be to an orange as Violet Beauregarde was to a blueberry, the eldest son still remains behaved as he would with his father, but Kobe... oh my fucking God. This fucking little piece of shit is a nightmare, and one of my primary reasons for not necessarily wanting to sire offspring. The other reasons are my complete and utter failure in all aspects aesthetic and my phenomenally stunted social skills, meaning that even if I were made of solid gold women would still shun me, but I digress.
I'm no Doctor Spock, nor do I profess to know the best way to raise children, but I do know this. If I had tried to pull a fucking hundredth of the garbage this kid gets away with, I would be in a wheelchair. I understand there are a number of parents in the audience tonight, and I'm sure each of you knows or has encountered somebody who doesn't have kids, but somehow magically knows the best way that you should raise yours. I don't want to come off as one of those kind of people, but I have spent the majority of my life bringing up children or assisting in doing so, albeit not always financially. I have two younger sisters and a brother, whom I have seen as infants, toddlers, children, adolescents, and lastly, adults, and I am also friends with parents whose children have taken to calling me uncle. However, the aforementioned is neither here nor there, I simply wanted to paint a different picture of myself as someone other than this ceaseless panjandrum of anger. I may be a beast, but I am not a monster.
In any event, it is my opinion that the more children fear their parents, the more likely they are to respect them. This is in no way designed to suggest that parents should abuse or otherwise neglect their young, but if children can be conditioned into a regime, ideally there would be no need for confrontation. But as was the case in tonight's episode of SuperNanny, the mother of the youngest child must have spoiled this kid like there was no tomorrow. Fast forward from infancy to the age of five, through years of this pitiful excuse for parenting, where placating the child has become a substitute for guidance and the instillment of attributes like integrity and diplomacy. The result, as some of you may have seen on the television program tonight, is children like Kobe, or other such tantrum prone children who have since become daytime talk show fodder as well. Positive Pavlovian mechanisms can be ingrained into children without having to bludgeon them with a stillson wrench. Nowadays, we live in an age where the physical discipline of children has become extremely taboo, as it could easily be misinterpreted into abuse. But rather than raise their kids to be potentially productive members of society, I notice parents that would rather shirk the consequences of their shortcomings, dope their brats up on medicines designed to inhibit bullshit disorders like ADHD, lavish them with outlandish baubles and trinkets that put even more of a strain on their disintegrated credit line such as cellular phones, computers and gaming consoles, as well as insipid name-brand apparel, and then wonder why they are trounced on like so many grapes in the process of winemaking.
Not only that, but parents are sucked into giving in to the whims of their childrens' desires to carve out some sort of social niche for themselves, which usually takes the guise of an easily affixed label, the most popular as of late being the dreaded emo craze. I'm inclined to believe that "emo" is an acronym for "estrogen made organism". Children are extremely impressionable, and they oftentimes vie with others their age whose parents have provided such luxurious amenities, which retards the development of any sense of individuality. Thus, duress is placed on the parents tenfold, as they try to subdue their fears that little Brad or Tiffany will become sad, and we wouldn't want that now, would we?
Give me a fucking break. A while back, a poster placed a video of his bedroom in Flame Wars, entitled something like "check out the room of this ffxiplayer". I guess he figured he was going to garner responses such as "WOW D00D J00 PWN" or "Man, you are awesome!" However, the putrid mongrel was flamed hastily and deservedly. Those of you who remember that video comprehend the all too possible repercussions of indulging the every waking desire of children. Each generation of kids just becomes more and more expectant of the generation before them. The parents of these kids are not hard to spot at all. You'll find them trying to plea bargain with their kids in such venues as toy and video game stores, or in supermarkets along the sugary snack food isle. A surefire sign of sub-par parenting is when a parent is pushing a shopping cart about the store, and there is fucking nine or ten year old in the God damned space where groceries were intended to go.
I can't tell anyone here to spoil or deprive their kids, nor can I expect any of you who have children or are planning on having children what to do or expect. It's an understandable instinct to want your children to have it better than you had it, but if they're not conditioned to appreciate the gestures, then the effort is a complete fucking waste. As I said earlier, I'm not the father of any children, but I am the longtime friend of several families who have kids, and I've noticed the varying parenting techniques that they use. Does this mean that my first kid will be a sure-fire winner? No, not necessarily. But I do know that my son or daughter won't be somebody of whom I'd be embarrassed or ashamed.
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