Facebook is famous for people posting neat videos, photos, and quotes. I often fall victim to time-suck chasing these items. One such time-suck Youtube channel is Bored Shorts. Go ahead, go get sucked in, I’ll wait. The video I linked to is one of my favorites!! “I’m in a yot of trouble”.
OK, that’s not really the focus of this post. The other day a friend posted a link to a video. The original post advises you to watch to the last second. So, I clicked the link and watched a delightful lady of advanced years, trying to be kind here, respond to the music playing on a car radio. She was dancing to “Run Around Sue”. It was so cute. I kept waiting for what was so special about it. Wasn’t sure what it would be, what could be sweeter than her abandon? And then it came. This delightful dancing grannie was speaking to the person waiting in the car. I couldn’t quite make out what she was saying until she dropped the F-bomb. Now, I love the person who posted the video. She is a wonderful person. She said in her post she wanted to be just like this sassy lady. And that made me sad. I can’t say if it was the abandoned dancing or the cuss words she wanted to emulate.
This got me to thinking, how the internet shows us the wonderful (Bored Shorts) and the dregs, too numerous to mention. And too much of our society prefers the dregs. The praise and sharing of these dregs does not show well on us.
So, what is it about us that has changed us so? Or, were we always like this. I don’t think so. Growing up I can never remember a time when a cussing grandma was admired. Well, I can’t remember a cussing grandma because I never had one. I barely remember hearing my parents say cuss words. Now, I am not a prude. Too many cuss words have passed my lips. But I try to not use language that isn’t necessary. I prefer my colorful language be in the form of vibrant descriptions of events, people, or things. Not words that would make a Puritan turn red.
The lack of respect and kindness in the world is very troubling. And we all have ideas about where the problems started. My belief is the 60’s with the sexual revolution and the hippie movement. I dodged the Baby Boomer era by some data, but some consider me to be on the trailing edge of it. I was born after the Boom, but before the Gen Xers. I identify with neither. It also speaks to my upbringing in a small midwest city, not to be confused with a small town. We were taught manners and respect. And I think I became even more mindful of those values after I had kids. I wanted them to be well behaved and courteous too. But I see too much lack in those around me and those of my daughters’ acquaintance. It’s sad.
In reading around twitter and FB today I came across two stories. Each one has made me even more despairing. More so, because I have two daughters who will be coming of age in this world. I don’t know all the things that are said in the halls of high school these days, but I can believe it’s nothing short of a smut movie. And there is no way to stop it. Until parents teach their boys to respect girls, and really, vice versa, what can be done? So, I am in a low place today, wondering if either daughter will be able to find a nice young man who hasn’t grown up thinking treating women this way is acceptable. You can bet I will be vetting them very closely. So far the young men they have brought around have all been kind and courteous, and adamant about their role in paying for the date, even when the daughter’s asked the boys to the Christmas Dance. Again, maybe that’s part of the manners taught in this same small city. I only hope there are more small cities and towns teaching their youth the same things.
To console myself I have been knitting. Almost done with the baby twin boy sweater to match the sister’s. His is two shades of olive, as in this sweater. Fingers crossed I don’t run out of the darker shade as I did with the other sweater. And then, on to that Capelet. I am running out of cold weather to wear it in!