I’ve been cleaning the bathroom and meditating upon saying “no” to your kids.
Kids, mostly, want what they see in the stores and on other (esp. older) kids. Just the other day, my daughter begged for a pleated miniskirt that she thought was cute, and I thought was inappropriate for a small child. So how do I explain to a 4-yo about the difference between cute and slutty, the objectification of the female body, the sexualization of children, the commercialization of sex, and my feminist sensibilities about such things? Gah, it’s not possible. So I just say no, I don’t like that skirt. And no, I don’t like Barbie. And no, I really don’t like the Bratz. And…no, no, no.
A lot of people accuse parents of being too permissive and “they should just say no to their spoiled kids.” Which, in part, I agree with. I do a lot of saying no, because I have pretty strict standards. But let’s think a little more about what saying no entails.
We go to the grocery store, and see shelves upon shelves of junk food and cartoon-based cereals. In every aisle, we say no to 60% of what is in the store. We go to the clothing store, and say no to 80% of the awful stuff on the racks. We turn on the TV or the radio, and say no to MTV, popular music that makes Britney Spears look like a bluestocking, and shows that glorify sex and violence and plastic-model looks. We say no to 50% or more of the contents of Toys R Us. Has there ever been a bigger onslaught of stuff we have to say no to, and fewer things we can say yes about? Parenthood has become a constant, unending battle to keep our own society out of our homes.
Meanwhile, our kids’ friends are allowed to have the very things we’re trying to say no to, and our own family members are buying Christmas presents we hate.
Every single parent that is trying to say no has a $6 billion dollar industry to fight with. That industry is doing its very best to inundate every kid with cool (horrible) stuff to buy, and it’s gotten very very good at it.
Is it any wonder that a lot of people just get too tired? Or there are plenty of other reasons that they give in–they don’t realize just how awful the stuff is, they don’t have time, they’re more worried about their marriage or their job than this season’s clothes, they don’t want their kid to hate them, they want their kid to be popular and cool, they’ll deal with it later when the kid is older, they can’t afford Lands End or to shop anywhere but Wal-Mart…the list goes on.
I am lucky. I have a lot of friends who agree with my standards, so my daughter only complains about not having some toys. I have a family that raised me to be skeptical of all this junk. I have the resources to spend a little more time and money on better stuff. I might not always be this lucky, and certainly many people are not.
OK, I guess I’m done ranting now. Um, sorry about all that.