Whatever happened to children first?

Using the plural because Cafe Society is more than one forum over, I assume. :dubious:

Moved MPSIMS to Cafe Society.

In retrospect, was the dog obviously not a real threat and your dad was just playing around? Otherwise :eek:

Now that we’ve established that the OP is talking about fictional situations, the answer is…because having a rescuer makes for more dramatic tension, and makes for a better story. Sometimes a story demands that a favorite character be put into danger, or even get killed off. In a superhero universe, then innocents MUST be put into danger, there must be Evil Villains with Plans of World Domination (or, alternately, Plans to Exterminate the Human Race), precisely so that the hero can come in and save the day, with a shining smile and modest disclaimer. Without the tension, there is no story.

True, but my point was so many comic books (and the cartoons and movies based on them) create this tension at the expense of the parents looking callous, cowardly or incompetent. It struck me as being an unidentified trope.

Probably a peeve of mine. One of my biggest issues with *The Walking Dead * and other dystopian shows is the casual parental neglect of the kids. They create a world of constant danger, then write people parenting like they live in Mayberry. In a world swimming in zombies or marauding bands or whatever, people should not constantly be wondering aloud “Hey, where’s Carl?” or whoever. :rolleyes:

Many comic books suffer from bad writing. Some comics have wonderful writing, don’t get me wrong. But with many comics, the writers have very short deadlines and they are more concerned about meeting deadlines than using a trope. Heck, for that matter, a lot of print writers will use the same damned themes over and over in their stories.

“Dawn’s in trouble…must be Tuesday.” -Buffy

You, I like.

You can stay. :smiley:

Too be fair, she was your step-mom. He had already learned that she was fungible. :smiley:

There was actually an episode of Fraiser about this…and the person took it about the same way :stuck_out_tongue:

Reminds me of the time I flat-out refused to crawl under the house and take on 20 pounds of snarling mommy raccoon that had squatted down there with her two cute-as-a-button babies. I called animal control instead. Mrs. Washoe didn’t let me hear the end of it for days.

Well maybe she just went out to get a cold pop. Ain’t nobody got time for that.

Nope. He wasn’t playing around. I was 11 years old and could tell from the fear in my dad’s face that it was a spontaneous non-thinking reaction. I’m sure he regretted it immediately. She was pretty upset. This was in Bogotá, Colombia. There were many hungry stray dogs running around. This dog may have belonged to someone, or not.