We have a tradition in my house. Every October we try to squeeze in as many horror films as humanly possibly before the month is over. Sometimes they are truly terrible B films, some are great horror classics, some are mediocre remakes, others are arrogant attempts at something original but all offer some entertainment value. Why have we made this a family tradition, no different than watching Christmas movies every December? Why do I let my kids watch scary movies?
During the month of October, many television stations run little mini documentaries about the behind the scenes action of haunted houses, special effects make up, horror movies and such. My kids can't get enough of these little insights into what it takes to scare someone. They especially love learning about the how to create the gore themselves with everyday household objects. It doesn't make a good scary movie any less scary, but knowing that it isn't real creates a safe environment in which to enjoy the scare.
Do my kids have nightmares? Of course they do; they're kids. But do they have more nightmares after watching a scary movie than say, a family friendly picture? Of course not. Watching these movies has become a bonding experience for us. We all cuddle up on the couch together, stay up late, make fun of the terrible acting, predict what is coming up next and cover each other's eyes when we don't want to see something. My youngest, aged nine, has been known on more than one occasion to fall asleep in the middle of a movie. We just cover her up and push 'PLAY'.
What about the violence they are exposed to? Here is my thought on that. They already know, from watching the documentaries on tv, talking to us (their ever knowledgeable parents) and participating in Halloween traditions that monsters aren't real, and that the carnage they are inflicting in the movies we are watching is fake. It is full of props, fake blood, actors and is filmed (in large part) on a studio lot in a fictional location based on a fictional story. Not once has one my children ever tried to recreate any of the events they have seen in a horror film because they know those people are paid actors and stuntmen, not little children who will get hurt doing the same thing. In fact, my children play less violently in their pretend play than most children that I know that are censored strictly from violence on television.
Being a little scared sometimes may not be all that bad for you. Fear sharpens your senses. It gets your blood pumping through your heart, lungs and brain. The feeling is followed by a release of adrenaline and then you can relax, feeling good because all the action is at a safe distance away on the television screen and you are surrounded by the people who love you the most and would never let any harm come to you.
Why do I let my kids watch horror movies? Because they know they're not real. Because they know what they're in for. Because they love spending time with their parents. Because they want to. It has become our tradition.
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Friday, August 30, 2013
MTV Generation
I seriously debated on whether or not to jump on the band wagon and blog about Miley Cyrus's performance at the MTV Video Music Awards. I probably thought too long about it and am now out of fashion, but I have something to say. It may not be the popular opinion, but I have rarely been the popular type.
Let's take a step back and think about what network the "incident" occurred on. This was on MTV during their infamous VMAs. How soon we forget that ten short years ago a 21 year old Britney Spears and 22 year old Christina Aguilera locked lips with a 45 year old Madonna. But that must be okay because Madonna was already inducted into the VMA's shocking performers club in 1984 writhing to her new song, Like a Virgin. And Madonna hasn't been the only trendsetter. We can't forget Little Kim's purple pastie which tempted Diana Ross to jiggle her breast. I laughed right along with the rest of the nation. Or Lady Gaga's meat dress and Howard Stern's bare booty when he presented an award as Fart Man. Let us not forget Kanye West interrupting Taylor Swift's acceptance speech. And Pee Wee Herman made his first public appearance after being arrested for indecent exposure at the 1991 VMAs. Who didn't cheer him on? My point is, this isn't our MTV anymore.
We've come to expect risque performances from certain people. Lady Gaga, Madonna and P!nk come to mind. These three ladies are known for making their own way and for putting on very large, daring and sexy stage shows. They frequently sell out their venues and work extremely hard at what they do. P!nk, in particular, is now juggling a young family while she works and I have nothing but respect for that. So why is what they do so different from Miley Cyrus? Is it because we didn't really get to know them until they were adults? Probably. Our sweet Hannah Montana has grown up and we need to accept that.
That being said, are we more shocked at who it was? Or are we more shocked at what it was?
Miley has spent a lot of time and energy the last few years trying to separate herself from her Disney image. So are we really that surprised she would do something parents would deem shocking on MTV? Personally, I wasn't shocked or appalled or disappointed in her at all. She was putting on a show. And she was in good company. Did I understand why she pulled out a foam finger? Not really. But do I care. Not really. Am I concerned for her future? No. The bottom line is, she's not my kid. And if she was, she had better support me when I'm old and feeble. We have all been twenty years old, yearning to prove we are strong and capable. We have all done things that others don't approve of. We just didn't have the opportunity of doing it in the public arena. On the plus side, in another year she'll be old enough to kiss Madonna.
As for the backlash I've read about Robin Thicke, let it go. It was a VMA performance. As far as I can see, he wasn't planning on going home with Miley after the show was over. I don't think he was grinding against her with any real effort. I have seen more X rated dancing in high school dances than I have from him. He pretty much just stood there and let her do the work. I just hope he leaves his wife more satisfied.
My kids didn't watch the VMAs. They know that Miley is no longer Hannah Montana and they're okay with that. I don't believe in holding on to this illusion that the people we see on television are never going to grow up and change. My girls have all of Miley's CDs. They have all of Hannah's CDs. And do you know what? I have all of Madonna's, Lady Gaga's and P!ink's CDs, too. And we love them!
Let's take a step back and think about what network the "incident" occurred on. This was on MTV during their infamous VMAs. How soon we forget that ten short years ago a 21 year old Britney Spears and 22 year old Christina Aguilera locked lips with a 45 year old Madonna. But that must be okay because Madonna was already inducted into the VMA's shocking performers club in 1984 writhing to her new song, Like a Virgin. And Madonna hasn't been the only trendsetter. We can't forget Little Kim's purple pastie which tempted Diana Ross to jiggle her breast. I laughed right along with the rest of the nation. Or Lady Gaga's meat dress and Howard Stern's bare booty when he presented an award as Fart Man. Let us not forget Kanye West interrupting Taylor Swift's acceptance speech. And Pee Wee Herman made his first public appearance after being arrested for indecent exposure at the 1991 VMAs. Who didn't cheer him on? My point is, this isn't our MTV anymore.
We've come to expect risque performances from certain people. Lady Gaga, Madonna and P!nk come to mind. These three ladies are known for making their own way and for putting on very large, daring and sexy stage shows. They frequently sell out their venues and work extremely hard at what they do. P!nk, in particular, is now juggling a young family while she works and I have nothing but respect for that. So why is what they do so different from Miley Cyrus? Is it because we didn't really get to know them until they were adults? Probably. Our sweet Hannah Montana has grown up and we need to accept that.
That being said, are we more shocked at who it was? Or are we more shocked at what it was?
Miley has spent a lot of time and energy the last few years trying to separate herself from her Disney image. So are we really that surprised she would do something parents would deem shocking on MTV? Personally, I wasn't shocked or appalled or disappointed in her at all. She was putting on a show. And she was in good company. Did I understand why she pulled out a foam finger? Not really. But do I care. Not really. Am I concerned for her future? No. The bottom line is, she's not my kid. And if she was, she had better support me when I'm old and feeble. We have all been twenty years old, yearning to prove we are strong and capable. We have all done things that others don't approve of. We just didn't have the opportunity of doing it in the public arena. On the plus side, in another year she'll be old enough to kiss Madonna.
As for the backlash I've read about Robin Thicke, let it go. It was a VMA performance. As far as I can see, he wasn't planning on going home with Miley after the show was over. I don't think he was grinding against her with any real effort. I have seen more X rated dancing in high school dances than I have from him. He pretty much just stood there and let her do the work. I just hope he leaves his wife more satisfied.
My kids didn't watch the VMAs. They know that Miley is no longer Hannah Montana and they're okay with that. I don't believe in holding on to this illusion that the people we see on television are never going to grow up and change. My girls have all of Miley's CDs. They have all of Hannah's CDs. And do you know what? I have all of Madonna's, Lady Gaga's and P!ink's CDs, too. And we love them!
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
The Computer Age
Social media has offered our children a whole new world of opportunities. Research has become so much easier and faster. Gone are the days of Dewey. Long live Google. Banned books are no longer really banned. They can be downloaded, for a price, to any e-reader. Pornography is available at the touch of a finger. Videos are forever imprinted on the internet. Cyber-bullying is in full swing. Wait... What did I say? Pornography? Videos? Bullying? What are our kids really up to?
I always fancied myself a laid back mom. When we had kids we had visions of talking to our children about the dangers of the world. Internet included. We had decided that we wouldn't be those parents that would put parental locks on the television or on the computer because everything was in a common area. We eliminated the need. There was no way they could seek out "danger" without us knowing about it.
Boy were we wrong.
It used to be that boys would look under the mattress or in the closet or garage or wherever for their dad's Playboys, Juggs, Hustler or Penthouse Magazines. But hard copies are so passe. Who wants to scour through articles to get to the good stuff when you're a twelve year boy who's curious about the female form? Not today's youth. Not when it's so easy to snag a laptop when your mom is taking a nap or cooking dinner. Not when any search engine will give you all the answers you need to know. And some you don't.
All I have to say is thank God for the History function on my browser.
I understand that boys will boys. This is really not much different than snagging Dad's mags and sneaking a peak. But it's so much more dangerous. There are so many things that a boy can accidentally stumble upon that we as parents don't want him to see. And once you see something, you can't unsee it. So it is up to us to protect our kids from the internet. I succumbed. We installed a parental control on the kids' side of the computer. And the television downstairs. Sigh...
But how we do control what they do at other people's homes? The truth is, we don't. We have to trust our kids to do the right thing. When I was high school I was working on a class project with a couple of boys. We were all together at one boy's house putting the final touches on our project. When we were done, they decided to get on the internet and search for sexy pictures of Teri Hatcher. Of course all that was available then was dial up on early home computers and the picture never fully loaded. That memory sticks out clearly in my brain. Boys being boys in an era that was slowly changing. The point is, we can't control what they do at their friend's houses but we can try to monitor it if we're sneaky.
My kids made the mistake of telling me that they had made a YouTube video with the kids down the street. I found it and watched it. It was completely innocent. Basically they were just playing a game in the front yard. The point, however, was that my minor children were video taped by other minor children and posted it on the internet to a minor child's YouTube account for the world to see. Of course I was furious. Not at the content, but at the sheer naivete of their actions. They had no idea that what they did was wrong. They didn't have parental approval from me to be on the internet. The account holder is under age and has a public account. These children don't know how to set privacy settings to protect themselves (or my kids), yet they have been given this powerful technology by their own parents. I now regularly check this account for videos. Yes, I am a stalker. I know who this person is watching, commenting on, posting and doing every minute of every day. The things we do to watch out for our kids.
My children (ages 12, 10, and 8) don't have cell phones, iPads, Game-boys, Nintendo DS or any other handheld electronic devices. We made that decision as parents to keep our kids part of a real community, not a cyber one. They walk with their heads held high, not staring at a screen. I'm not against the advancement of technology. In fact they use technology everyday and are very adept at it. I'm just against placing such power in the hands of those who don't understand how to use it. There's enough of that in the adult world.
So call me old fashioned, over protective, hypocritical... Call me what you will. But my kids came to understand why I felt what they did was wrong. So maybe we did get to have our dialogue about the dangers of the world after all. And do you know what? It was a good talk.
I always fancied myself a laid back mom. When we had kids we had visions of talking to our children about the dangers of the world. Internet included. We had decided that we wouldn't be those parents that would put parental locks on the television or on the computer because everything was in a common area. We eliminated the need. There was no way they could seek out "danger" without us knowing about it.
Boy were we wrong.
It used to be that boys would look under the mattress or in the closet or garage or wherever for their dad's Playboys, Juggs, Hustler or Penthouse Magazines. But hard copies are so passe. Who wants to scour through articles to get to the good stuff when you're a twelve year boy who's curious about the female form? Not today's youth. Not when it's so easy to snag a laptop when your mom is taking a nap or cooking dinner. Not when any search engine will give you all the answers you need to know. And some you don't.
All I have to say is thank God for the History function on my browser.
I understand that boys will boys. This is really not much different than snagging Dad's mags and sneaking a peak. But it's so much more dangerous. There are so many things that a boy can accidentally stumble upon that we as parents don't want him to see. And once you see something, you can't unsee it. So it is up to us to protect our kids from the internet. I succumbed. We installed a parental control on the kids' side of the computer. And the television downstairs. Sigh...
But how we do control what they do at other people's homes? The truth is, we don't. We have to trust our kids to do the right thing. When I was high school I was working on a class project with a couple of boys. We were all together at one boy's house putting the final touches on our project. When we were done, they decided to get on the internet and search for sexy pictures of Teri Hatcher. Of course all that was available then was dial up on early home computers and the picture never fully loaded. That memory sticks out clearly in my brain. Boys being boys in an era that was slowly changing. The point is, we can't control what they do at their friend's houses but we can try to monitor it if we're sneaky.
My kids made the mistake of telling me that they had made a YouTube video with the kids down the street. I found it and watched it. It was completely innocent. Basically they were just playing a game in the front yard. The point, however, was that my minor children were video taped by other minor children and posted it on the internet to a minor child's YouTube account for the world to see. Of course I was furious. Not at the content, but at the sheer naivete of their actions. They had no idea that what they did was wrong. They didn't have parental approval from me to be on the internet. The account holder is under age and has a public account. These children don't know how to set privacy settings to protect themselves (or my kids), yet they have been given this powerful technology by their own parents. I now regularly check this account for videos. Yes, I am a stalker. I know who this person is watching, commenting on, posting and doing every minute of every day. The things we do to watch out for our kids.
My children (ages 12, 10, and 8) don't have cell phones, iPads, Game-boys, Nintendo DS or any other handheld electronic devices. We made that decision as parents to keep our kids part of a real community, not a cyber one. They walk with their heads held high, not staring at a screen. I'm not against the advancement of technology. In fact they use technology everyday and are very adept at it. I'm just against placing such power in the hands of those who don't understand how to use it. There's enough of that in the adult world.
So call me old fashioned, over protective, hypocritical... Call me what you will. But my kids came to understand why I felt what they did was wrong. So maybe we did get to have our dialogue about the dangers of the world after all. And do you know what? It was a good talk.
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
The Art of Bribery
Summer is a time when the kids are home from school and have all the free time in the world. It's a time for them to use their imaginations and create new games and express their ideas. They can play outdoors all day and well into the evening thanks to the extended hours and warm temperatures. They can visit with friends, go biking, go to the park, the pool, or the neighborhood witch's house. All of which they complete within the first three days of summer vacation. Then the boredom sets in.
It is in this that I envy parents who work outside the home. My day begins with a new show my girls have discovered. Perhaps you remember it. Full House. Yes, my morning cup of coffee wouldn't be complete without Bob Saget giving me lessons in life, John Stamos flipping his hair, and Dave Coulier doing every cartoon voice I can think of from the last 50 years. I suppose now I know how my parents felt when I made them watch it when it was brand new. However, I have new memories attached to some of the players of Full House. I can't help but giggle at Saget's very G rated dad when I've seen his stand up. It's filthy, but hilarious. There was also Mary-Kate Olsen's short stint on Weeds where she played the pot smoking girlfriend of Silas Botwin.
So instead of sitting around and watching reruns all day, I have resorted to bribery. I can be a very evil mommy when my sanity is at stake. The summer activities they were taking for granted have now become a hot commodity.
What's that you say? You want to watch Full House? I'll let you watch two episodes if you clean the living room. You want to go outside and play with your friends? (A double sanity saver because now the kids are outside and not making a mess in the house) I need you to clean your bedroom. I have also have a tidy dining room, kitchen and bathrooms in exchange for video games, movies, and having friends over. Their laundry gets put away in exchange for dessert. And the parenting books all say not to bribe your kids. How do you think I got through toilet training? I was sneaky with that one, though. I got "special soap" you could only use if you went potty.
Bribing my kids has been pretty easy. Plus, if you don't do the chore, you don't get the reward. Period. End of story.
Don't judge me.
It is in this that I envy parents who work outside the home. My day begins with a new show my girls have discovered. Perhaps you remember it. Full House. Yes, my morning cup of coffee wouldn't be complete without Bob Saget giving me lessons in life, John Stamos flipping his hair, and Dave Coulier doing every cartoon voice I can think of from the last 50 years. I suppose now I know how my parents felt when I made them watch it when it was brand new. However, I have new memories attached to some of the players of Full House. I can't help but giggle at Saget's very G rated dad when I've seen his stand up. It's filthy, but hilarious. There was also Mary-Kate Olsen's short stint on Weeds where she played the pot smoking girlfriend of Silas Botwin.
So instead of sitting around and watching reruns all day, I have resorted to bribery. I can be a very evil mommy when my sanity is at stake. The summer activities they were taking for granted have now become a hot commodity.
What's that you say? You want to watch Full House? I'll let you watch two episodes if you clean the living room. You want to go outside and play with your friends? (A double sanity saver because now the kids are outside and not making a mess in the house) I need you to clean your bedroom. I have also have a tidy dining room, kitchen and bathrooms in exchange for video games, movies, and having friends over. Their laundry gets put away in exchange for dessert. And the parenting books all say not to bribe your kids. How do you think I got through toilet training? I was sneaky with that one, though. I got "special soap" you could only use if you went potty.
Bribing my kids has been pretty easy. Plus, if you don't do the chore, you don't get the reward. Period. End of story.
Don't judge me.
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