Kids pick on each other. Always have, it’s part of growing up. It used to be, if you were upset about it you’d be told to be above it and not let it bother you. “Sticks and Stones” and all that. Somewhere, that stopped. After columbine, we blame the bullies. Kids don’t have to be tough anymore because they can blame the bullies. They can shoot up their school and society will blame the bullies. What happened to “screw em, don’t worry about it” and just move forward? This society has an excuse for everything anymore and it’s flat out embarrassing.
I came up in my career in one extremely notable world class kitchen. Think the marine corps of cooks. We got berated daily. You got better or you left. Wanna be treated like a grown man, then work and act like one. Until then, deal with it. Participation trophies and being told your best effort is good enough, even if it sucked, is ruining this country.
What gets me, is somewhere along the lines people started actually believing all this nonsense. I went to a very small catholic school growing up. Our basketball team was terrible. We lost all but 1 game per year, and lost badly. At the end of the season, our coach gave us trophies that said “winning is giving your all.” Even at 8 years old I recognized that as complete garbage.
Where did America decide to get so soft? Btw, I have no idea what your response has to do with what’s been discussed. And yeah, things change but this paradigm shift hasn’t changed anything for the better. Kids eat laundry detergent these days. Kids are shooting their peers at school. Drug use is up. Divorce rate is up, etc. So are you really gonna tell me that it’s a good thing to tell kids that losing is no different than winning, if a teacher is too tough you can complain, nobody can tell you you’re wrong just do what you want, and that nobody is allowed to hurt your feelings and the result of all that is GOOD for society? You’re gonna tell me that’s the same as outlawing rape?
JRock645 ------ Loved that story... Especially the Marine Corps part... You learned, worked hard, learned how to work under pressure, took challenges head on, utilized inner strength and determination that you were not going to fail..
You went to a Parochial School..
Parents loved you guys..
See how good you turned out ???
I grew up working as a small boy.. We were very poor after my Dad became an unpaid Minister..
But you know, I learned a lot before and after that happened, and am grateful today all the hard parts..
They all combined to help polish me to be what I am today..
My parents taught us the Golden Rule and a lot more from the Scriptures..
No one was over indulged, spoiled, etc.., all 5 of us kids had to work, and give all the money to our dear Mother..
We learned to ALWAYS RESPECT Our ELDERS.... No excuses for not doing this...
It was really just common courtesy...Everyone grew up this way...
Dad had the last word and you hoped that Mother forgot to tell him something you did that day that made her angry..
We KNEW, absolutely KNEW, our Parents and our Siblings loved us, loved each other...
We were in Church every Sunday, Wednesday, and Saturday to clean it all up for Sunday..
At elementary school back then, if a kid Bullied you, you met him after school behind the big brick incinerator and beat the crap out of him and he never Bullied you again...
Problem solved, no issues, no "Im gonna get a gun and shoot up the school" BS.. We just took care of each other and that was that.. The Bully stopped being one and eventually you were friends again...
Now, I just hear today from a good friend who is taking care of an aged Mother for a Family that the little 2-year old boy who lives there
gets really angry if everyone does
NOT applaud when he makes a basket... One must acknowledge his achievement EVERY TIME or he blows a head gasket...
Sad.... Hope he grows out of it, or he will be one of those people who throws their Silver Olympic Medal into the crowd, because it wasn`t a Gold Medal....
Yes, Mi Hermano, there is and has been a real course change from when you and I grew up..
Dan F
