That's not so awesome. Infant mortality rateTheir mothers smoked and drank while pregnant. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for gestational diabetes. And then their mothers put them to sleep on their tummies in baby cribs absolutely covered by brightly colored lead-based paints.
That's not so awesome. Infant mortality rateTheir mothers smoked and drank while pregnant. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for gestational diabetes. And then their mothers put them to sleep on their tummies in baby cribs absolutely covered by brightly colored lead-based paints.
That's not so awesome. Infant mortality rateTheir mothers smoked and drank while pregnant. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for gestational diabetes. And then their mothers put them to sleep on their tummies in baby cribs absolutely covered by brightly colored lead-based paints.
A quote from This American Life. Link is to the program in question.Hard as it is to believe, during the early Twentieth Century, a whole school of mental health professionals decided that unconditional love was a terrible thing to give a child. The government printed pamphlets warning mothers against the dangers of holding their kids. The head of the American Psychological Association and even a mothers' organization endorsed the position that mothers were dangerous—until psychologist Harry Harlow set out to prove them wrong, through a series of experiments with monkeys.
I still think all it means is that most of you were handicapped from the start, and therefore less awesome than those that weren't fed poisons from the start.I reworded my reply a little to make it sound less genocidal.
What I'm trying to say is that if you're thrown into a bear pit and make it out, it makes you awesome. It does not mean that it was awesome that you were thrown into a bear pit.
I still think all it means is that most of you were handicapped from the start, and therefore less awesome than those that weren't fed poisons from the start.[/QUOTE]I reworded my reply a little to make it sound less genocidal.
What I'm trying to say is that if you're thrown into a bear pit and make it out, it makes you awesome. It does not mean that it was awesome that you were thrown into a bear pit.
Was your lead poisoning in 79? Yeah, I guess you're ok then. But I think we better get you to hit yourself in the crotch with a crab mallet a few times just to make sure.Oh, and I was born in 79 and still ended up in the hospital with lead poisoning, was cut/stabbed with rusty metal objects multiple times, and was often given a hatchet and some twine to go build a fort out in the woods as a kid. Am I doubly awesome for having done that stuff and survived even though people supposedly knew better?
It's pantywaist. Yo mamma shoulda drank less.Spoken like a true pantywaste. Shaddap and drink your poison.
It's pantywaist. Yo mamma shoulda drank less. [/QUOTE]Spoken like a true pantywaste. Shaddap and drink your poison.
I don't.Old people suck. They sent our economy into the shitter, turned all regulation into a joke, nailed every single one of us onto a cross of Iron, turned the inner cities into ghettos, turned Africa into a shithole and spent our country damn near into oblivion.
If anybody remembers my statements of disgust about Europeans double it and apply it to old people.
I don't.Old people suck. They sent our economy into the shitter, turned all regulation into a joke, nailed every single one of us onto a cross of Iron, turned the inner cities into ghettos, turned Africa into a shithole and spent our country damn near into oblivion.
If anybody remembers my statements of disgust about Europeans double it and apply it to old people.
So what you are saying is that old people literally rule.Old people suck. They sent our economy into the shitter, turned all regulation into a joke, nailed every single one of us onto a cross of Iron, turned the inner cities into ghettos, turned Africa into a shithole and spent our country damn near into oblivion.
I don't.Old people suck. They sent our economy into the shitter, turned all regulation into a joke, nailed every single one of us onto a cross of Iron, turned the inner cities into ghettos, turned Africa into a shithole and spent our country damn near into oblivion.
If anybody remembers my statements of disgust about Europeans double it and apply it to old people.
I don't.Old people suck. They sent our economy into the shitter, turned all regulation into a joke, nailed every single one of us onto a cross of Iron, turned the inner cities into ghettos, turned Africa into a shithole and spent our country damn near into oblivion.
If anybody remembers my statements of disgust about Europeans double it and apply it to old people.
I don't.Old people suck. They sent our economy into the shitter, turned all regulation into a joke, nailed every single one of us onto a cross of Iron, turned the inner cities into ghettos, turned Africa into a shithole and spent our country damn near into oblivion.
If anybody remembers my statements of disgust about Europeans double it and apply it to old people.
I was just bored at work and felt argumentative. I'm gonna go back to eating some 40 year old paint chips I found in the basement.ITT: Gas does some obvious trolling, yet people still fall for it.
I think i've seen that one.Why Young People Suck and Old People Rule sounds like it could be a porn movie name. I just wanted to share this piece of mind bleach.
Arent you the one who wanted to nanny cam his kid?Pretty much the same feelings here fade. I raise my kids in that "old school" style and I get all kind of gasps and horrified looks, but you know what? My kids deal with alot of hardships without alot more strength than said children of said parents.
My daughter has knocked teeth out before, shedding tears but never throwing that crazy fit of psycho paralysis. My son has broken bones with a more confused painful reaction than a full police escort and ambulance. I'm proud of how I'm raising my kids and I hope they do the same when their time comes.
Yeah. The last few times we had chickenpox in our house we had more visits from other kids than usual.Oh yes. The leaders might have felt bound to respect his mother's wishes but us boys certainly didn't. We gave him jerky, lent him our knives for whittling, and treated him like a normal kid because that's exactly what he was.
I'm an Eagle Scout and worked for the Boy Scouts for about three years, in addition to volunteering as an adult leader. It's nice to see at least some kids have childhoods that kicked as much ass as ours.
PS - Heh, I remember when I was about 3 and got chicken pox. Every mother in my neighborhood who had a kid my age sent them over to play with me. We all got chicken pox but we didn't care because our friends were together and having a great time. Do today's parents do that anymore? I honestly don't know.
Welllllll on that one, Dr. Thaddeus S. Venture might have some commentary to add.He is not going to be harmed by seeing his father naked.
Actually your mom misread the situation. Your sister was, even as a baby, huffing kittens.I don't know gotta watch that cat thing. When my sister was an infant my mom would leave her in her crib and she would suddenly freak out. My mom would rush back to see what was going on but she was always fine when she got there. Finally once during one of those instances she just peaked around the corner to find our cat lying on top of my sister nibbling on her nose.
Now that I think about it maybe that is why my sister is so messed up.
Pretty much this. My grandpa had a similar mentality as Gas's OP, except his cutoff year is 1940.Except for that all those awesome people born before 1970 are the parents that raised these current garbage generations, pursue the lawsuits for bumps and scrapes and in general made the world the current place it is.
In essence, fuck the baby boomers (I love you mom!).
Pretty much this. My grandpa had a similar mentality as Gas's OP, except his cutoff year is 1940.[/QUOTE]Except for that all those awesome people born before 1970 are the parents that raised these current garbage generations, pursue the lawsuits for bumps and scrapes and in general made the world the current place it is.
In essence, fuck the baby boomers (I love you mom!).
SUCK IT UP, WUSS!This thread should be locked because I'm young and I'm worried the topic could cause emotional scarring or smother me.
This.I'm sick and tired of my parents telling me that things aren't "safe" my kid.
I'll have to work on this... but it's mostly because the kids at school pretty much tried to break their swings in the processIt's a god damn swing set, not a torture device!
Uhhh... Can't really verify this, Sin ol' gal. My mother, bless her heart, is quite afraid of animals, and one summer day when I was still a baby, she let me sleep outside in the stroller, outside the kitchen window where she could see me. Now, I have no recollections of this (I was about 3-4 months old), but mom tells she saw one of the neighbourhood cats lurking about. Afraid of animals as she is, she came outside and took me inside, leaving the stroller on the yard.The cat is not going to smother him in his sleep.
This I can vouch for. I grew up seeing both my parents naked (large bathroom + sauna once a week), and I turned out okayHe is not going to be harmed by seeing his father naked.
I'm sure it is. Hopefully, if I ever have the privilege of being a father, I remember not to take leave of my senses.It's enough to drive a person batty.
But you'll of course tell people who ask about it that you got it while wrestling with a grizzly bear buck-naked and smeared with honey, with one hand tied behind your back uphill in the middle of the winter.Oh, full disclosure, I guess... I should mention that when I was 4 I had my leg torn open by a swingset chain when I jumped off of it. Had to go the to hospital for stitches. I still have the scar on the back of my thigh to this day.
When I was a kid, any sort of injury was handled by my dad telling me that I was ok. Not asking, just straight out telling me.I've found kids to handle bumps and bruises better when the reaction to them hurting themselves when they're not really hurt is to laugh and joke with them instead of gasping in horror, rushing over and crying "Are you okay? Oh my poor baby!"
When I was a kid, any sort of injury was handled by my dad telling me that I was ok. Not asking, just straight out telling me.I've found kids to handle bumps and bruises better when the reaction to them hurting themselves when they're not really hurt is to laugh and joke with them instead of gasping in horror, rushing over and crying "Are you okay? Oh my poor baby!"
But you'll of course tell people who ask about it that you got it while wrestling with a grizzly bear buck-naked and smeared with honey, with one hand tied behind your back uphill in the middle of the winter.[/QUOTE]Oh, full disclosure, I guess... I should mention that when I was 4 I had my leg torn open by a swingset chain when I jumped off of it. Had to go the to hospital for stitches. I still have the scar on the back of my thigh to this day.
Welllllll on that one, Dr. Thaddeus S. Venture might have some commentary to add.[/QUOTE]He is not going to be harmed by seeing his father naked.
Considering you're giving that advice based on your years of experience raising your own chil..... oh wait!your perception of how children should be raised is wrong