Tag Archives: Growing Up

The Return of The Adults, by Paul Rosenberg

Too many people never got the message that sooner or later, you have to become an adult. From Paul Rosenberg at freemansperspective.com:

It wasn’t very hard to see, as the 1970s passed into the ‘80s and ‘90s, that adults were abandoning their roles in the world. They resigned, en masse, and were replaced with youth-friendly types. Youth culture had become a great sales tool, after all, due largely to overly-indulgent parents.

By now, the cultures of the West have been very widely “youth-enized.” (Pun unintended but sadly applicable.) As just a small example, you can hardly find a museum these days that hasn’t sold out to bright colors and dumbed-down exhibits.

It’s not the young who are culpable for this, of course: youth is a necessary stage that we all go through. It’s the adults who are at fault, for abdicating their natural roles.

Adulthood is a much longer stage than youth, and a far more important one… one that ought not be abandoned: A world depleted of adults and adult characteristics is a world geared for foolishness.

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in praise of lawn darts, by el gato malo

I have no idea why el gato malo doesn’t like capital letters, but this bad cat has written an excellent screed against the whole helicopter parenting phenomenon. From el gato malo at boriquagato.substack.com:

the basis for a civilization of free people resides in the skills that children learn from the benign neglect of unsupervised play in an un-nerfed world

many things are better since the days of disco, but child rearing is not one of them.

i speak as a child of the 70’s.

this was our cathedral.

it was carnage. kids flying off, blood, bruises, fun.

there was not a parent or a teacher in the entire country that cared.

this was normal.

this IS normal.

childhood is supposed to have sharp edges and pointy parts.

that’s where the most important learning takes place.

today’s endless coddling and cosseting and suppression?

you are not going to like what it raises.

you can see this and laugh:

but is it even really a joke?

we have stolen growth from our children by nerfing their world.

we have addled their sense to the point where they wear masks (but not helmets) on a scooter. what does this tell you about their ability to assess risk?

nothing good, believe me…

when i was a child, this was considered a toy. these things are BIG, like the size of your shin.

June 13, 1989: Lawn darts tossed from store shelves | CBC News

it was marketed as “fun for the whole family.”

fun fact: it was.

it was bocce that could send you to the ER.

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Gilbert, Edmund Scientific, and the Post-War Flowering of American Techno-Industrial Virtuosity, A Pre-Enstupidation View, by Fred Reed

Once upon a time kids, particularly boys, played with microscopes and chemistry sets, not iPhones. A fabulous article from Fred Reed at unz.com:

It was 1953 in the white newly prosperous suburbs of Arlington, Virginia, just outside the Yankee Capital. I was eight, having been born, like so many of my small compatriots, nine months and fifteen minutes after our fathers got home from the war. These men, my father anyway, had spent years in the Pacific, being torpedoed at and watching Hellcat fighters screaming off wooden decks, and seeing ships sink. What they wanted now was lawn mowers, lawns, children, and a life as boring as possible. They got them.

We kids did not know that we were at the cusp of an explosion of technological mastery. We were, though. In addition to me there was Michel Duquez, dark-haired, raffish, and of Frog extraction, who would later die fighting for the French Foreign Legion in the Silent Quarter of Arabia. Or if he didn’t, he should have. And there was John Kaminski, or Mincemeat, blond and crewcut, who could spit out of the side of his mouth with casual aplomb the way Humphrey Bogart did, or would have if he had spit much.

American society on North Jefferson Street, and all the burbs for miles around, was everything that today would be thought intolerant or not very inclusive. There was no crime, diversity not yet having become our strength. When we rode our bikes under blue skies, I think the only kind we had then, to the shopping strip at Westover on Washington Boulevard, we could leave the bikes for hours on the sidewalk, or anywhere else, and they would be there when we came back. There were no transgenders. We were little boys and little girls. This seemed to work. For some reason now forgotten, for a year or so we referred disparagingly to each other as “queerbaits.” There were no queers to bait though, and anyway we didn’t know what one was.

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We survived the 50’s, 60’s and 70’s ….. #GetBent Millennials, from The Feral Irishman

There was a lot more risk and danger growing up back in the 50s, 60s, and 70s, and kids were a lot less screwed up. Go figure. From the Feral Irishman at feralirishman.blogspot.com:

TO ALL WHO SURVIVED THE 50’s,60’s and 70’s

Some interesting thoughts on life today compared to our growing up years. Thanks to my friend Joe V. for much of this content.

First, we all survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant. They took aspirin, drank wine, and ate all kinds of sweets and unhealthy foods(by today’s standards), and didn’t ever need to get tested for diabetes.

Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with lead-based paints and bars wide enough to fit our heads through. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, no childproofing of doors or cabinets. There weren’t any safety plugs in the electric outlets and some of us learned the hard way, not to stick scissors, knives, or forks into them.

As infants & children, we would ride in cars with no crumple zones to absorb accident damage, no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags. Only metal dashboards to stop our heads in an accident. My mother’s right arm was our only safety constraint.
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I Survived, from The Burning Platform

https://www.theburningplatform.com/2018/12/21/i-survived/