I've noticed, having rotted a fair portion of my brain on cable TV these past few months, that PR firms seem to have successfully sold a massive shitload of commercials flaunting give-up, defeatist parenting.
With regularity, I see ads from Kraft and Ore-Ida, among others, suggesting that effective child-rearing is a matter of conceding every battle to the manipulative, soul-sucking spawned-in-Hell preadolescent urchin children of post-Boomers.
I say, loudly, horseshit.
Had I ever acted out like these kids do in these miserable come-ons for worthless carbohydrates, my parents would have waffled me. Or, at the very least, I would have been picking unwanted food out of my hair and off my face, and then contemplating hunger in my room.
Bribery with reformed potato mash and chemicals?
Easy, cheesy, fuck Mom's expensive salmon fillet win-win?
Mmm. Mac n' cheese. What, no chicken wings?
Little fucker needs to eat frogs.
Somebody would be crying bitter tears for their broken horn.
There's nothing amusing about out-of-control monster children, but the media message seems to be fuck it all and win by losing.
Seriously, people, take your kids by the hand and make sure that Grandpa and Grandma don't have to be the ones to put the fear of God into their children.
I fear for what will be left three or four generations from now.
With regularity, I see ads from Kraft and Ore-Ida, among others, suggesting that effective child-rearing is a matter of conceding every battle to the manipulative, soul-sucking spawned-in-Hell preadolescent urchin children of post-Boomers.
I say, loudly, horseshit.
Had I ever acted out like these kids do in these miserable come-ons for worthless carbohydrates, my parents would have waffled me. Or, at the very least, I would have been picking unwanted food out of my hair and off my face, and then contemplating hunger in my room.
Bribery with reformed potato mash and chemicals?
Easy, cheesy, fuck Mom's expensive salmon fillet win-win?
Mmm. Mac n' cheese. What, no chicken wings?
Little fucker needs to eat frogs.
Somebody would be crying bitter tears for their broken horn.
There's nothing amusing about out-of-control monster children, but the media message seems to be fuck it all and win by losing.
Seriously, people, take your kids by the hand and make sure that Grandpa and Grandma don't have to be the ones to put the fear of God into their children.
I fear for what will be left three or four generations from now.