The wussification of America
As a nation we are becoming weak and lazy. Ok I take that back we are already lazy but as a nation we are getting weaker. We continue to safety proof ourselves from everything that we deem even remotely dangerous. Apparently we have completely disregarded the old adage “That which doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.” Why is it then that we live in a continued state of nervousness and paranoia? If all of our precautions are worth it why do we still fall prey to the same diseases, the same accidents, and the same twists of fate? The fact is that we are doing more harm than good; we see no immediate results and the long term effects could spoil our most precious recourse. Our Children.
Chicken Nuggets, bowl cuts, and flip flops. Those are the signs that you are ruining your children, particularly your male children. Now I’m not a chest pounding, manly man. I do skip immediately to the sports page when reading the newspaper but I don’t believe in keeping my women barefoot pregnant and in the kitchen. I do however believe that men in the house need to be exactly that, men. Society wants dads to be more sensitive, and less brutish. More dotting and less demanding and frankly I think that’s bullshit. Boys need to learn to use wiffle bats as make believe riffles, and fallen branches as swords.
The less then men are present in the home. The more that men are portrayed as bumbling morons, the more that men are displayed as unwitting victims of circumstance, the less authority the figure of father in the household has. Men should not be relinquished to empty patriarchs with nothing of importance to add to the household.
Every time I see a child riding a bike with a helmet, knee and elbow pads, and riding gloves I have to ask. What are they being protected from? Certainly the thing a parent worries about most is the dreaded car accident. How does a 25 dollar Styrofoam helmet help that situation? We should be teaching our children what streets not to cross, not how to worry themselves sick over scrapping a knee. In fact we should be encouraging them to go scrape a knee, smash a thumb, bloody a nose. Certainly if not there own at least bloody someone else’s nose.
What happens when all these boys grow up to be wussies. What will happen when our country is inevitably drawn into war, like it does every couple of generations? What will happen when our boys grow to be young men and are faced with confrontation? How will they possible stand up for themselves? I know as a young man, as a rather undersized young man, the one thing that allowed me to stick up for myself is the fact that I knew no matter what happened it would only hurt for a little while. What happens to our young men when the only pain they know is having there feelings hurt. Our boys need to go out and injure themselves; it’s a right of passage, and a learning tool.
I’m not advocating being purposely careless or intentionally negligent with our children. I think we need to keep our eyes on our children, watch them closely but for heavens sake
Let them go out and experience a little bit of living, being hurt is part of being alive. Pain is not our enemy, pain helps us learn our limits, it sets the boundaries that we live by. There is a rare disease known as congenital insensitivity to pain and anhidrosis (CIPA) and it is considered a curse. People with this disease bite through there tongue when they eat, burn there flesh and break bones without ever knowing it. So as you can see pain is a guide, not an enemy of the body.
In conclusion lets stop worrying about whether or not our children fall out of a small tree, and lets start worrying about whether or not our boys will grow up to be men instead of neutered, insecure, whooped man-ginas. So take off the helmets, buy them toy guns and for Christ sake let boys be boys. | 