gswitz
Danny, do you have kids? Just curious.
I have a daughter. I try not to judge and with her, I default to yes. If she wants to build robots, we do. Record bubbles? Yep.
I read enormous amounts to her, and usually the things that perplex her the most are ideas.
I'm a parent which means to me that I strive to teach and protect.
I'm hopeful that love guides her actions now and in the future. It is what guides me when I'm in my right mind.
No I don't have kids, but I have enough kids that I deal with here in my community on a daily basis. My house/back yard has always been the kid community. I know more about these kids (all flavors of kids too...black, white, puerto rican, oriental) than their own parents...so in a sense, you can say I have kids. I've parented them, listened to them, given them money, taken them places, given advice, taken advice and have strong-armed them when there was a necessity to do so.
I too teach and protect. I have no other choice since their own parents have sort of abandoned them due to having kids too early and not realizing how much of a responsibility it is. I'm simply blown away at the lack of parenting to where we blame society on our kids ending up in bad places. Though there IS that possibility, having parents that know how to parent can make a huge difference. It's like saying "Miley made my daughter a prostitute" is any more true than "that gun there killed my son".
Speaking of society...here's a little about me. From 5th grade on, drugs were available to me. Speed, ludes, meth, weed. By the time I was in 8th grade, people were getting high regularly. You were a dork if you didn't have sex by the 7th grade. You were an outcast if you didn't take a hit off a joint on the 8th grade school trips. You were a punk if you didn't fight back when you were pushed around. You were challenged on a daily basis. You'd be scared to death all day in school that the bully that threatened you would be waiting for you when you got off the bus. You hoped he got side-tracked and forgot...but he never did. You were so scared you'd literally come close to peeing in your pants until that first punch broke your lip open and you felt pain and heard children laugh, scream and cheer. I'd call that stress times 10000. The last thing on my mind in MY world would be some kid star turned adult turning me into something. I think it's all BS and overly hyped as an excuse for poor parenting....present company excluded.
-Danny