What happened to kids just running around with any other kids nearby? “Playdates” seem to lack several important factors: playfulness, creativity, spontaneity, & the chance to develop social skills & whatnot without constant direction from parents. The incessant fear & kidcentric culture the media continuously drivels about doesn’t necessarily make parents take better care of their offspring, but it certainly contributes to instilling unreasonable fears into the next generation, encouraging parents to shelter kids too much thus denying them the chance to learn more about taking responsibility for their own safety to a (practical/age-appropriate) extent, meaning parents are also encouraged to not trust their child by controlling them more than necessary, & inconsistently (stop letting 6yos dress like hookers! Srsly!), thus eventually pissing the child off once they begin to feel smothered & caged when they desire - and need - more freedom so they can learn about how to function independently so they can eventually move out of their parents home… When they’re capable, rather than to escape their overbearing parents. & rather than living at home until they’re 40, never settling into any sort of healthy job or lifestyle habits, never learning how to switch on a washing machine or how to judge the character of others having had playdates always chosen for them leading to an endless stream of unhappy failed relationships & enormous sentences & paragraphs lacking in commas WHEW.
I’m not saying playdates are always a terrible thing… unless they dominate your social life & that of your childs. They can make life easier at times, but they are like cupcakes - if you have to bake & eat them everyday, you’re going to do more harm than good, & you will stop enjoying them at some point. & your child will never learn about the finer things in life, like how juicing a random thing out of the fridge like broccoli can seem tricky at first, but in the end things work out pretty well. & healthier. & quite tasty, oddly enough. Sometimes the danger of “stranger danger” is that we allow far to many strangers to remain as strangers. & drink far too much orange juice when there are 7000 edible plants in the world, many of which make excellent friends. Or juice.
P.S. Lame analogies ftw.
Ok. I think I’ve got that out of my system. To some extent… I’m still envisioning battery farms of kids vs free-range, though. Perhaps the abolition of playdates would be far more effective? ;) In my day, whippersnappers just played with whomever we found at whatever place our parents took us to, be they child, animal, vegetable, or mineral, or - gawd forbid - a kid-friendly adult. We learnt about life from being a part of our parent’s lives. I’m not sure there’s much to be learnt from parents whose lives revolve around inventing situations for distracting their children.
“I’m not foaming at the mouth with anger. Nor am I driven by class prejudice; nor do I take a left/right position. People say to me, “Well, what are you?”… I’m a radical vegan. What stems from that is non-exploitation. The exploitation of animals paves the way for all others. We can’t secure rights for women, children, gays, old people or anyone else in isolation. We have to have rights for everyone, and that includes animals.”—GF Newman - British novelist, playwright, screenwriter
“Capitalism is an evil, and you cannot regulate evil. You have to eliminate it and replace it with something that’s good for all people, and that something is called democracy.”—Michael Moore in Capitalism: A Love Story - http://www.capitalismalovestory.com/
I thought because I’m ok with public speaking and can dance on stage with no worries and can “put on my confident face” when needed that perhaps I was 50/50 extrovert/introvert. But perhaps those things are part of being an intelligent introvert, as the following article describes… I really dislike job interviews, that’s for sure. Draining as hell. And parties with loads of people I don’t know. And not appearing “too shy” with the in-laws. And so on.
Do you know someone who needs hours alone every day? Who loves quiet conversations about feelings or ideas, and can give a dynamite presentation to a big audience, but seems awkward in groups and maladroit at small talk? Who has to be dragged to parties and then needs the rest of the day to recuperate? Who growls or scowls or grunts or winces when accosted with pleasantries by people who are just trying to be nice?
This is one of the better articles I’ve read so far that describes an introvert. So please read it.