I grew up in the 80s. And while the 80s had a lot of strange, crazy things going on – Dynasty, Prince, Madonna, The Empire Strikes Back, Harrison Ford – swoon!…it also had that freaky Soviet Nuclear War Fear Thang going on. I remember really being afraid of nuclear war. Like it would happen. At any time. Like it was totally inevitable. And I remember that terrible, terrible pandering movie that *really* should not have been watched by children – The Day After. All about the after effects of nuclear war on a little town in Kansas. ‘Cause we gotta make it real, right?
So stuff like North Korea. I’m really not political. Leave me alone, I’ll leave you alone and as long as you don’t stomp on my toes we are all good. But man. Stuff like North Korea. It gives me the heebee geebees. Just knock it off, okay? Because it can only end badly.
I’m a big believer in protecting children from media. Frankly, I think the media is scarier than the creepy dude down the street. In 3rd grade Hayley’s music teacher spent the ENTIRE class period talking about Iraq and going to war and President Bush and, of course, filled it with his personal opinions. That they were wrong or right was not the point.
I typed a nice lil’ letter to the principal about music education being music and if I heard they were talking politics I’d KICK HER BUTT, then walked it down there. Don’t EVEN use my child and her fear or lack thereof and her impressionable….IMPRESSIONABLE mind as a sounding board for your ideas (that’s MY JOB).
Because when she wakes up, 25 years down the road, and reads Yahoo before drinking her coffee. I don’t want her to be filled with the dread and the sadness and creepy nostalgia that I feel now. For no good reason. I don’t want her ever to think that the world is hopeless. The way I did, way back in 1983.