Wednesday, March 12, 2008
De rerum Natura
There are terrible people of my age out there, who try and recreate our childhoods for the next generation - churning out those tedious "dangerous books" for boys and girls - encouraging children to hang around in railway cuttings, whittling sticks and giving the glad eye to perverts. Or those awful designers who try and foist old fashioned curtains and wallpaper onto kids who just want lasers instead of beds. Nostalgia is fucked-up nonsense. If the past actually had been that good - we'd still be doing everything we were back then. We are programmed to want more than we have - that is how progress happens - no child will want to regress to hanging about in the cold when all the excitement in the world is accessible through their keyboard. If I could have played grand theft auto instead of baiting the local flasher, I would have been there like a shot. Nowadays the flasher is internet savvy too and knows how to adopt a persona to groom a kid and maybe even get it to wank him off - a sure step up from being jeered at in the bushes. Advances in technology mean kids no longer have to contact their peer group crushes in person, through a communal phone sitting menacingly in the hall, in full earshot of all the family - nor are they required to pass a note through the hands of a third party in order to avoid talking to their loved one face to face - text and email has saved the blushes of many an adolescent - three cheers for that.
But progress costs, and here is where kids start paying - in stress. Higher tech means tougher streets and cleverer baddies who can use spyware and cheap shitty surveillance equipment to perve on kids and watch their movements. It makes fussy parents, who monitor and push and force extra kumon maths and drag their kids to shrinks as soon as they squeak. The internet has created a new way for kids to be bullied and although I have to make myself give a shit quite hard, when I hear of brats going doolally because of a spot on name calling online - compared to the ritualistic torture I saw going on in my boarding school, I can only conclude that as their world is more screen based, so are their feelings more screen sensitive, and one cannot judge another person's pain on one's own scale of tolerance. The weedy, vealy, palefaced, square eyed, little shites.
As for the carry on in schools, I went to public school and never seen people subjected to bullying or some of the other things I here people recollect. There was a case here last week and some people wrote it off as comradery. I never witnessed such things. Judging by the reactions of some people boarding school seems to be quite the place for untoward activity. I cannot understand how parents who went, seen kids ill treated and then proceeded to send their own kids. It is beyond me. No wonder kids are mad and need help.
Be very careful what you say to women Mr Drumm, we are awfully sensitive, even without pregnancy hormones.
Apparently it's 'just normal Dad'.
Mind you, when I think back to having seven shades of shite kicked out of me at an all boys school in the late 70's, it looks a bit less painful.
Get your lardy corpulent carcass down to weightwatchers before you become locked in your own house and the fire brigade have to use vaseline to get you out through the windows.
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