Monday, January 28, 2008

Darwin Award parents

There are, honest to god, some really dumb parents out there. Not just a little slow, but really, really box-of-rocks stupid. It's been my observation that most of these folks are under 30 or have really young kids. One in particular caught my attention some time ago when writing a nasty comment about parents who sold their 19-year-old son's car after finding a booze bottle in the car.
In my considerable experience with males of the species, between the ages of 14 and 21, those parents did a good thing. (I don't feel very sorry for the kid, in truth. Parents had bought the car, were paying insurance, and he knew what the rules were. So he was embarrassed. Get over yourself, dumb-ass. Nobody but you cares if you're embarrassed. If that's the worst thing that ever happens to you, you're damned lucky.)
The pseudo-adult writing the comment is, I am guessing, not experienced with older kids. Adolescent males are some of the most short-sighted and stupid creatures on the face of the earth. They do the most incredibly dangerous things and don't seem to have the capacity to think their actions through to what would usually be a logical conclusion.
Jump that skateboard from a 19 foot wall without wearing a helmet? Gee, you don't suppose you might end up with brain damage when you land on your head?
Drag race over a blind hill only to discover there is a semitrailer rig coming right at you? hmmmmm
Snowboard down an icy slope, right over a 12 foot cliff into a river? Why, nobody would have seen that one coming, right?
It's amazing that any of them survive.
If the writer had some experience of the hair-raising things those guys do, it wouldn't have surprised him at all that many, many parents of older teens applauded the family for getting rid of the car.
Writer: I wish you well. Some years down the road when your kids are older and have turned your hair white, then you can go back and reread your opinion. Here's hoping you don't turn out to be a Darwin Award parent.

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A hobby cook from the Midwest. Experiments, thoughts, new recipes, maybe even a photo or two... You noticed the pouting little girl with the words superimposed over her face? Growing up in the 60s and 70s the refrain of "there are starving children in [insert current poverty-stricken nation] that would love to have such... etc etc etc." I don't know that anyone actually believed all that but the image of a starving foreign child, holding out a bowl in hopes of being gifted with boiled tongue or green tomato pie, was pretty powerful. I do recall the kind of trouble kids would inevitably be in if they dared to say what most of us thought: "Well, then, send this stuff right on over to those poor, starving [insert country] kids." I don't usually post other people's photos, just my own. If you want to borrow or use one of my photos, I would appreciate your asking first. I usually don't mind but do hate having my work attributed to someone else. By the way, I found the photo of that pouting girl on the web with no attribution. If it's yours? We'll deal, ok? Thanks.
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