Curmudgeonly Ramblings

I want to blog about this so badly even though, on the face of it, it seems irrelevant to my life. When I read it, though, I found myself really identifying with the issue of dealing with curmudgeons because I feel that it is so similar to something a lot of moms experience. There is a definite hierarchy of parenting styles ranging from anti-technology to very pro-technology. Not that I care, I’m just saying. I don’t care, because I’m very pro-technology. The only parents who really care and get all desperate about it are in the anti- camp because they think we’re going to be impressed or something. Nobody cares. We just feel sorry for their kids because they’re irrelevant in their culture.

It is 2008. It is the information age and, frankly, there’s no going back. There’s not going to be an anti-information movement that will take away our internet tubes. Children who grow up now are tech-savvy. And there is nothing wrong with that. I don’t get overtly criticized (to my face, anyway) for the fact that my kids blog and they make youtube videos, but I know that some people think they’re better mothers than me and my friends because they withhold technology while we dole it out freely like so many little Ritalin pills. These are the people who would hear my kids say something about some tv show or video game or website and they would make a judgement right then and there that our family is less, well, wholesome? or whatever and then they would avoid us. Except, not really. They wouldn’t avoid us because then how would they get off on saying, “Spongebob? Never heard of it; we only watch PBS.” And then I would have to bitch about how annoying that little Canadian fucker Caillou is. I mean, my god, that kid’s voice makes me want to shoot up the joint and then declare war on Canada. It’s almost embarrassing how much I hate that kid.

Anyway, I don’t really have time to flesh this out into a real, thought-provoking post with, like, stuff to back up my opinions and whatnot, but I’m just trying to say that our children’s culture is important and should be respected. Can you imagine being the only kid in class who didn’t know how to rat your bangs so they would stick way the hell up? That was our culture and I’m glad I didn’t miss it.