Moral Outrage Over J-Lo is Dumb Parenting
I don’t get the moral outrage over the Super Bowl halftime show. Are people just looking for something to complain about? Are they between cross stitch projects? Or maybe it’s just a helicopter parent thing.
Remember the first time you realized your existence hinged on your parents having sex? I was in elementary school at Puryear when all of a sudden, the dots about the birds and the bees came together!
It was horrible. I will never forget it.
Coincidentally that is also the time I pinned my first Farrah Fawcett poster on the wall.
It was wonderful. I will never forget it.
I think that’s how some of these over enraged helicopter parents felt Sunday. And I think that explains some of their comments.
Somehow a little bit of Latina booty shaking shocked a whole bunch of forty something, lower back tattooed moms.
They had the same feeling in reverse. They realized one day their kids would have sex.
And it’s too bad for them because I know how hard these parents try and protect their kids from virtually everything in the world. They gleefully expound upon how they can track every movement.
There is nothing their kid can get away with, (or simply experience) without the overbearing, smothering effect of a parents love…and distrust…and fear.
I don’t know how kids handle it.
When I turned sixteen, I couldn’t wait to be free if even for just a few hours from the dictatorship of parenting. And much like the horror of my conception realization, I can remember exactly where I was when that freedom made me feel so great.
I was driving, (speeding), down Jackson Drive. I either had an 8 track (AC/DC or Queen) in the player of my mom’s Buick. It was a warm spring evening, and I was on the way somewhere. Anywhere. But it was the opposite direction of home.
Nowadays kids don’t even want to get their driver’s license. I wonder why?
Well probably because at every second an over intrusive mom or dad is texting them questions and asking them why they are on Dunlap Street or in Murray, or halfway to Mexico, when they were just going to the store to pick up bread.
I’m telling you I would have never been able to handle the over abundance of prison time kids face today.
Don’t say that’s not what it is. Because it is. What does a home arrest prison ankle bracelet and any normal day for a 17 year old with a cell phone have in common?
EVERYTHING!
A convict on parole has more freedom than a kid has these days. They just check in every once in a while, teenagers and in some case even college kids never get a break. The umbilical cord is never cut, it just keeps expanding!
And so there they sit watching the big game with their kids. J-Lo and Shakira are simply doing their thing, much like the crotch grabbing Michael Jackson of many year’s past, last year’s Lady Gaga’s booty shorts, not to mention Janet’s wardrobe malfunction, and all we hear is how bad these “Mexican” talking middle aged women are?
College as a kid with helicopter parents is not a good thing. It can be a very fun thing, but often it’s not a good thing. I watched many flunk out my first semester.
A kid needs independence. They need a chance to make their own decisions. They need a chance to pick themselves up and dust themselves off.
And they dang sure shouldn’t miss dancing cougars at the Super Bowl!
Next year, Titans 31, 49ers 13. Sturgill Simpson sings the anthem, then bring on Cardi B and City Girls at halftime.
Titan Up!