You ever notice those little girls at the mall with the clothes that only 19 year old sorority girl would wear on "dress like a hooker" night at the local bar? I've recently noticed allot of those girls walking around with their parents. It got me thinking; I mean it wasn't too many decades ago when it was improper for a woman to wear pants or short skirts. Little girls would wear pink and little boys would wear blue. Society has progressed and will continue to progress based on technology and acceptance, but when do we know we've gone too far?
My favorite example is the "porn effect". Bear in mind that the following paragraph (as with most of my writings) is for adults only. The "porn effect" is described as follows: early mainstream pornography was the scantily clad woman painted on the side of the fighter jet or on the pin-up calendar at the local garage. Later Playboy came through with nudity to some degree but still classy in nature. As humans became more numb to these images, the only way to garner the same "excitement" level from the product was to push the envelope more, which is why you can now subscribe to "Midgets and Giraffes with Jello" monthly. Being that we are creatures of habit whom for the most part CRAVE change, it is only logical that we constantly need higher levels of stimulation based on what we want.
The hardcore vegan started out as a casual vegetarian; the NRA group leader used to be a guy that just liked hunting. Perhaps children of a certain age have always needed to step to the edge of what society has deemed acceptable. They are learning to make their own decisions, to realize the consequences of those decisions. I firmly believe in not censoring one's freedom of expression, so you'll never see me lecturing a young lady at the mall. I am merely commenting on the observations I've made on natural human progression in it's purist form.
Later yalls
D-Ron
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Keepin it Real
Now that I've had a little over a month to digest being an actual father, I figured I'd let you guys in on what direction I think my writing will be headed in the coming months. I think I'm going to be delving deep into what it is to have that coming of age moment in life when you realize that you are an adult, you won't live forever, and you should be the best person you can be while you are on this planet.
When I look into Fox's eyes (my son's name is Fox; FACT), I can only imagine what he could possibly be thinking. Considering that my absolute earliest memory is from when I was less than pre-school age and getting my diaper changed by my grandmother, perhaps at the age of 3? (Is that too long to be in diapers?) I figure that whatever Foxy is thinking about now is merely the building blocks for his conscious thoughts to come later in life and not necessary to remember in detail. I just try to fill his day with happiness and music and fun. He likes to bounce so we bounce; if he wants to lay back and watch me play with my light saber... we do that; I basically let him run the show. When I hang out with the nugget I get this feeling that everything I do matters, this makes me feel both happy and a little bummed out because of WHY it matters. Everything matters not only as far as the impression I leave upon my son, but in that it could be the VERY LAST impression I leave if a jet engine detaches from a 737 mid flight path right over my house and comes careening through my ceiling on top of my head (not my #1 fear.. but its a top 5).
No there are all these books, videos and people out there that have these ideas on how you should and shouldn't interact with your child. I personally have found as a third party observer into my friends and family's lives that there is perfect way to raise a kid; the only important thing is that you actually try your best to raise it! Fox doesn't care if I read him a tale of two cities or play jazz in the background, he just wants me to hold him and interact with him in someway. THAT is what I'm going to focus on. I'm gonna be right there for whenever he needs me or someone else and I'll do my best to provide. I refuse to talk to him like he's an idiot, not because I think it will make him less intelligent but because I sound ridiculous doing it and I don't want his first memory to be of daddy talking all dumb n stuff.
There is a pretty good chance that some day this sweet little nugget of love will some day grow up and think I'm the craziest guy on the planet. I only think that because I thought that of my father for about the last 5 years. Now, as I step across the threshold of fatherhood; my father is one of the most impressive and real people I have ever known. He wasn't father of the year all the time, and sometimes I hated him; but he was there. He wasn't that good at helping me with my math homework, or at building diaramas (how do you spell that?) for my science projects but I knew that when I got home that he would be there. I'm pretty sure that I can hear little bubs in the other room with my shorty gettin ready to take a MEAN POOPER, and I love his face when he lets it go! Hope this wasn't too serious or out of the vein of my previous editorials on life, but I'm way excited about what is coming.
Love you guys,
D-Ron
When I look into Fox's eyes (my son's name is Fox; FACT), I can only imagine what he could possibly be thinking. Considering that my absolute earliest memory is from when I was less than pre-school age and getting my diaper changed by my grandmother, perhaps at the age of 3? (Is that too long to be in diapers?) I figure that whatever Foxy is thinking about now is merely the building blocks for his conscious thoughts to come later in life and not necessary to remember in detail. I just try to fill his day with happiness and music and fun. He likes to bounce so we bounce; if he wants to lay back and watch me play with my light saber... we do that; I basically let him run the show. When I hang out with the nugget I get this feeling that everything I do matters, this makes me feel both happy and a little bummed out because of WHY it matters. Everything matters not only as far as the impression I leave upon my son, but in that it could be the VERY LAST impression I leave if a jet engine detaches from a 737 mid flight path right over my house and comes careening through my ceiling on top of my head (not my #1 fear.. but its a top 5).
No there are all these books, videos and people out there that have these ideas on how you should and shouldn't interact with your child. I personally have found as a third party observer into my friends and family's lives that there is perfect way to raise a kid; the only important thing is that you actually try your best to raise it! Fox doesn't care if I read him a tale of two cities or play jazz in the background, he just wants me to hold him and interact with him in someway. THAT is what I'm going to focus on. I'm gonna be right there for whenever he needs me or someone else and I'll do my best to provide. I refuse to talk to him like he's an idiot, not because I think it will make him less intelligent but because I sound ridiculous doing it and I don't want his first memory to be of daddy talking all dumb n stuff.
There is a pretty good chance that some day this sweet little nugget of love will some day grow up and think I'm the craziest guy on the planet. I only think that because I thought that of my father for about the last 5 years. Now, as I step across the threshold of fatherhood; my father is one of the most impressive and real people I have ever known. He wasn't father of the year all the time, and sometimes I hated him; but he was there. He wasn't that good at helping me with my math homework, or at building diaramas (how do you spell that?) for my science projects but I knew that when I got home that he would be there. I'm pretty sure that I can hear little bubs in the other room with my shorty gettin ready to take a MEAN POOPER, and I love his face when he lets it go! Hope this wasn't too serious or out of the vein of my previous editorials on life, but I'm way excited about what is coming.
Love you guys,
D-Ron
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