Yeah, I heard one guy's theory as to why there are so many little fuckers around. Basically being told "You are special" with no qualifying factor makes kids think they don't have to be good at anything or put any effort into anything because they are special no matter what. Whatever 'special' means.
this is why I think The Incredibles is one of the best children's movies of all time
the message is that you are special if you work for it
Yeah, I heard one guy's theory as to why there are so many little fuckers around. Basically being told "You are special" with no qualifying factor makes kids think they don't have to be good at anything or put any effort into anything because they are special no matter what. Whatever 'special' means.
this is why I think The Incredibles is one of the best children's movies of all time
the message is that you are special if you work for it
and that by declaring that everyone is special
you are really saying that no-one is
fuck yes incredibles
it was, for lack of a better term, incredible
everyone who saw that movie owes Brad Bird at least three rimjobs
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Yeah, I heard one guy's theory as to why there are so many little fuckers around. Basically being told "You are special" with no qualifying factor makes kids think they don't have to be good at anything or put any effort into anything because they are special no matter what. Whatever 'special' means.
this is why I think The Incredibles is one of the best children's movies of all time
the message is that you are special if you work for it
and that by declaring that everyone is special
you are really saying that no-one is
fuck yes incredibles
it was, for lack of a better term, incredible
everyone who saw that movie owes Brad Bird at least three rimjobs
Parents who coddle their screaming hellspawn infuriate me.
No
Your kid does not have to scream in a store
If they don't know how to behave in public, get them the fuck out of here, don't just give them shit to shut them up
Parents who coddle their screaming hellspawn infuriate me.
No
Your kid does not have to scream in a store
If they don't know how to behave in public, get them the fuck out of here, don't just give them shit to shut them up
This
Kids think they are invincible nowadays, and they fucking well are.
I did, however, see a lady smack her 5 year old son at my work, I could not get the grin off my face.
Unfortunately I had to listen to him blubber about "Being sorry" because he still wanted the fucking candy
I hate when parents let their kids run around at 100 MPH and then look at me all pissed off when they almost run into me. HOW DARE I STOP FOR A MINUTE TO BROWSE SOME DVDS!
I hate when parents let their kids run around at 100 MPH and then look at me all pissed off when they almost run into me. HOW DARE I STOP FOR A MINUTE TO BROWSE SOME DVDS!
I hate when parents let their kids run around at 100 MPH and then look at me all pissed off when they almost run into me. HOW DARE I STOP FOR A MINUTE TO BROWSE SOME DVDS!
Apparently a lot of the things my parents, especially my father, taught me and the way in which they taught me these things count as "abuse" these days.
Example:
I was 3. I liked to play with lighters. This was stupid, and dangerous. It was innocent, really. They were colorful and fire looked pretty. So I kept swiping my parents' lighters and playing with them, and when they kept taking them from me, I started hiding to play with them.
This is stupidly motherfucking dangerous, of course, it means when I finally get the actual lighter to work I'll be in a closet or something and burn the whole house down. Plus I had no concept that fire was bad or could hurt anyone.
My grandfather suggested to my parents that I simply needed "a good crack on the ass" (hitting was his solution to most problems with children) but my parents were very much against that idea. My mother didn't want to ever have to hit her children, and my father (rightly) understood that would just make me fear getting caught instead of making me stop doing it, I'd just get sneakier.
So, instead, one day my father takes one of those Bic lighters and, with me out of sight, lights it and turns it upside down so the metal tip of it heats up to motherfucking hot. He then leaves it on the kitchen table, and goes to start cooking.
I enter the kitchen a little bit later, and I see an unattended pretty blue lighter on the table. I reach for it, and my dad sees me and is like "No. Don't touch that. It is hot."
I look at him, watch to see if he's gonna stop me, and then try to grab it anyway.
I burn my hand. For the first time in my tiny life, I experience the fucking pain of burning. Naturally, being a new and unexpected pain, it is the most painful thing ever and I scream and cry. My father scoops me up, checks the burn (it's extremely minor), runs it under water, calms me down.
He picks up the lighter, shows it to me and says "See? Hot! Don't touch!"
He then walks over to the stove and shows me the orange burner "This is hot. Do you want to touch it?"
I am like no way!
So he puts me down and says "So, when we tell you it is hot, do not touch it, okay?" and I said okay.
The fact that I have vivid memories of this event when I was 3 years old means it was a pretty effective lesson, I'd say.
But apparently, some people see that as abusive parenting.
I'll teach my kids to eat healthy but leaving a Snickers bar under a box that's been propped open by a stick.
When they reach for the candy, I'll trap them in the box then say "that's what you get for being a fatty mcfat fat."
My parents never really hit me as a kid, and I turned out alright. They didn't need to do it, because my parents were big on reward-based systems.
So, denying privelages or saying "Well, now you don't get..." was pretty effective. Especially when I was really young because we lived in a townhouse complex full of kids my age and I loved to go outside and play, so being grounded was torture.
Plus, as a child I was terrified of my father and the fear that one day I would push him so far that he would actually raise his hand against me kept me in line.
I am thoroughly convinced that I will drill my children into being well behaved polite children.
If an adult wandered up to them and told them to hold their breath you better believe they will turn purple.
My parents used to drill into my head "If a person can't explain why you should or should not do something, they probably don't have a valid reason and you shouldn't listen to them."
This meant my parents never got to use "Because I said so!" as a reason for anything, because sometimes they'd try and I'd be like "Ah! But you said..."
And then they'd be like "...fuck."
That attitude meant I made a lot of my own choices and didn't take a lot of shit as a kid, but it also gave me some disciplinary issues in elementary school because I wouldn't accept arbitrary rules.
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I was spanked a bit as a kid.
Personally I have no resentment from my parents for doing it.
I still remember the day they stopped though.
I was 8ish and I was in trouble for some absolutely petty bullshit and I was spanked.
I didn't say a word of flinch during the entire thing and as soon as I was released I turned around and went, "You spanked me for that?"
And of course I was spanked again. Again though I didn't flinch or say anything.
This time though I just looked (I think it was my mum) dead in the eye, and didn't say a word for about 4 seconds and then I wandered off.
Closest my dad ever came to hitting me was when I was 14.
He tried talking to me about my problems at school and my life and stuff and I shut him out and it led to an argument.
And I did the stupid teenager "Fuck you, old man, I ain't gotta take your shit anymore!" thing and I took a swing at him.
Wow was that a terrible idea. He blocked it effortlessly and put me up against a fucking wall a foot off the ground.
He told me the only time I'll ever have to pull off taking a shot at him is when he's old enough to be shitting his own pants, and that if I ever try something like that again he's putting my head through a wall.
It was like I was 8 years old again and simultaneously being terrified of and adoring my father for being dangerous and slightly insane.
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edited May 2008
After a while though I just became immune to physical punishment and wouldn't take any real punishment they could dish out like, "You are grounded".
Eventually they figured out that I like to be driven places and liked money. So they would withhold my pocket money. But then they'd just deduct money for no real reason, and I stopped caring about getting pocket money. Now that I'm older I think they may of been short of money those weeks. But if my parents went to me, look we are short money we can't figure out a way to give you pocket money this month I think I would of been ok with it. I just resented the fact that they just refused to pay it for such bullshit reasons.
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fuck yes incredibles
thank fucking christ for that
I take comfort in the fact that if I'm being retarded in here, someone will probably point it out
it was, for lack of a better term, incredible
everyone who saw that movie owes Brad Bird at least three rimjobs
Man I've seen that movie like 8 times.
I'm going to need like a pack of mints.
Satans..... hints.....
It's more likely that you're not being retarded and people give you shit anyway, but I far prefer this.
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for them to look at adversity and say, "oh, guess that was never meant to be"
it goes against the most basic laws of nature
I am against them.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
isn't that kind of thing hereditary
No
Your kid does not have to scream in a store
If they don't know how to behave in public, get them the fuck out of here, don't just give them shit to shut them up
Bam!
This
Kids think they are invincible nowadays, and they fucking well are.
I did, however, see a lady smack her 5 year old son at my work, I could not get the grin off my face.
Unfortunately I had to listen to him blubber about "Being sorry" because he still wanted the fucking candy
or you're a chick
which is the same thing, really
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Just a fucking kick right in the jaw would do it.
i bet you don't even smile at babies in strollers
LOOK I HATE KIDS GAAAAA
RAWR SPIT HISS
Well this is a thread about people who do (and let their kids do) stupid shit with their kids.
XBL
Filthy Liar.
Satans..... hints.....
I was always smiling without acknowledging
Still a filthy liar.
8-)
Example:
I was 3. I liked to play with lighters. This was stupid, and dangerous. It was innocent, really. They were colorful and fire looked pretty. So I kept swiping my parents' lighters and playing with them, and when they kept taking them from me, I started hiding to play with them.
This is stupidly motherfucking dangerous, of course, it means when I finally get the actual lighter to work I'll be in a closet or something and burn the whole house down. Plus I had no concept that fire was bad or could hurt anyone.
My grandfather suggested to my parents that I simply needed "a good crack on the ass" (hitting was his solution to most problems with children) but my parents were very much against that idea. My mother didn't want to ever have to hit her children, and my father (rightly) understood that would just make me fear getting caught instead of making me stop doing it, I'd just get sneakier.
So, instead, one day my father takes one of those Bic lighters and, with me out of sight, lights it and turns it upside down so the metal tip of it heats up to motherfucking hot. He then leaves it on the kitchen table, and goes to start cooking.
I enter the kitchen a little bit later, and I see an unattended pretty blue lighter on the table. I reach for it, and my dad sees me and is like "No. Don't touch that. It is hot."
I look at him, watch to see if he's gonna stop me, and then try to grab it anyway.
I burn my hand. For the first time in my tiny life, I experience the fucking pain of burning. Naturally, being a new and unexpected pain, it is the most painful thing ever and I scream and cry. My father scoops me up, checks the burn (it's extremely minor), runs it under water, calms me down.
He picks up the lighter, shows it to me and says "See? Hot! Don't touch!"
He then walks over to the stove and shows me the orange burner "This is hot. Do you want to touch it?"
I am like no way!
So he puts me down and says "So, when we tell you it is hot, do not touch it, okay?" and I said okay.
The fact that I have vivid memories of this event when I was 3 years old means it was a pretty effective lesson, I'd say.
But apparently, some people see that as abusive parenting.
If an adult wandered up to them and told them to hold their breath you better believe they will turn purple.
Satans..... hints.....
When they reach for the candy, I'll trap them in the box then say "that's what you get for being a fatty mcfat fat."
So, denying privelages or saying "Well, now you don't get..." was pretty effective. Especially when I was really young because we lived in a townhouse complex full of kids my age and I loved to go outside and play, so being grounded was torture.
Plus, as a child I was terrified of my father and the fear that one day I would push him so far that he would actually raise his hand against me kept me in line.
My parents used to drill into my head "If a person can't explain why you should or should not do something, they probably don't have a valid reason and you shouldn't listen to them."
This meant my parents never got to use "Because I said so!" as a reason for anything, because sometimes they'd try and I'd be like "Ah! But you said..."
And then they'd be like "...fuck."
That attitude meant I made a lot of my own choices and didn't take a lot of shit as a kid, but it also gave me some disciplinary issues in elementary school because I wouldn't accept arbitrary rules.
Personally I have no resentment from my parents for doing it.
I still remember the day they stopped though.
I was 8ish and I was in trouble for some absolutely petty bullshit and I was spanked.
I didn't say a word of flinch during the entire thing and as soon as I was released I turned around and went, "You spanked me for that?"
And of course I was spanked again. Again though I didn't flinch or say anything.
This time though I just looked (I think it was my mum) dead in the eye, and didn't say a word for about 4 seconds and then I wandered off.
Satans..... hints.....
Such a filthy liar.
He tried talking to me about my problems at school and my life and stuff and I shut him out and it led to an argument.
And I did the stupid teenager "Fuck you, old man, I ain't gotta take your shit anymore!" thing and I took a swing at him.
Wow was that a terrible idea. He blocked it effortlessly and put me up against a fucking wall a foot off the ground.
He told me the only time I'll ever have to pull off taking a shot at him is when he's old enough to be shitting his own pants, and that if I ever try something like that again he's putting my head through a wall.
It was like I was 8 years old again and simultaneously being terrified of and adoring my father for being dangerous and slightly insane.
I'm not saying fuck the kids.
I'm saying fuck the kids.
XBL
Eventually they figured out that I like to be driven places and liked money. So they would withhold my pocket money. But then they'd just deduct money for no real reason, and I stopped caring about getting pocket money. Now that I'm older I think they may of been short of money those weeks. But if my parents went to me, look we are short money we can't figure out a way to give you pocket money this month I think I would of been ok with it. I just resented the fact that they just refused to pay it for such bullshit reasons.
Satans..... hints.....