Showing posts with label responsibility. Show all posts
Showing posts with label responsibility. Show all posts

Friday, July 31, 2009

Children, Parents, and the Rest of Us

If you have children, don’t complain.  About anything.  More specifically, if you’ve chosen to have kids you also need to accept the fact that your children will probably consume the best years of your life and that you have no right to inconvenience complete strangers with them.  In other words, please stay at home. 

If this all seems a bit insensitive let me explain: my college newspaper has recently published several letters arguing about whether it’s appropriate to bring small children into public spaces.  Not surprisingly, those against bringing children to places like movie theaters have pointed out that they are noisy and disruptive to other patrons.  What is surprising, however, is that those on the other side of the issue seem to feel that their actions are justified simply because “parents sometimes like to go out and do things.”

Obviously, I side with the former, but it still always surprises me when I come across people who act like they’re doing all of us a favor by having children and we should all be accordingly sympathetic.  Don’t misunderstand: I do believe that having children can be a rewarding experience and it’s something that I look forward to doing someday.  Yet, when people choose to have kids it also seems like they should be realistic about that choice.  Obviously, that means doing fewer fun things, but it also means that a lot of people without children aren’t going to want to have you and your family around very much.  When it comes to movie theaters, restaurants, etc., I frankly don’t think children should be allowed.  Or at least, they shouldn’t be allowed during prime hours when everyone else is trying to spend a night out.  If that means parents have a harder time, so be it; that’s all part of the job.

Certainly this isn’t a black and white issue and society benefits by being accommodating.  I know, for example, that if I go see a matinee of Harry Potter there are going to be noisy kids there.  On the other hand, I would never go see a matinee of Harry Potter.  In fact, when it comes to movies, I generally try to avoid anything that could be remotely described as “family oriented” because nearly every time I go I end up paying more attention to the crying babies and talking toddlers than the actual movie.  This is particularly frustrating because there are “family oriented” movies I’d like to see.  My solution has been to go late, as I’d expect 11 PM showings of these movies to be kid-free.  Alas, that is so rarely the case.             

There are, of course, many people in the world who have children due to unfortunate circumstances: rape, teen pregnancy, faulty birth control, etc.  These are sad circumstances.  However, if the victims of these events were the only ones bringing their children to places they ought not to be, it’d be rare that we’d hear crying babies at inconvenient times.  The problem, in reality, is that there are many people who have chosen to have children who also impose their children on unsuspecting strangers.  I’m sure those children are beautiful and wonderful.  I’m sure they bring great satisfaction to their families.  I’m sure they’re the apples of their parents’ eyes.  But please, don’t force the rest of us to participate in your parenting woes.

Friday, May 29, 2009

Responsibility

When I was a sophomore in high school my dad took me along on a business trip to New York City.  I had always wanted visit the Big Apple, so the trip was a big deal for me.  I can’t remember what day of the week we left on, but I know that we were there for a total of three days (including the days we arrived and left) and that the first day I wasn’t missing school (so it must have been the weekend), but the second and third day I was. 

 

The trip was really fun and we went and saw a lot of the major tourist attractions in the city.  I think we had to work (I mostly carried camera equipment around for my dad and his employee), but in my memory that only took up a few hours of our time there. 

 

Like most high school aged kids probably would be, I was excited both to travel as well as to skip school.  The first day we were there I kept feeling excited.  However, the second day, when I otherwise would have been in class, I started to feel guilty and maybe a little depressed.  I remember being on the subway and seeing kids on their way home from school.  Watching them all I could think about was how I was supposed to be in school and wasn’t.  Maybe I had been so fully indoctrinated by the school system that I could tear myself away.  Maybe I was just having teenage hormone surges.  Maybe I missed my friends.  Whatever the reason though, I realized that I actually felt bad about essentially playing hooky on my dad’s business trip. 


So fast-forward ten years: I’m a graduate student writing a thesis, and sometimes writing other things.  Some days I don’t get up until 11 AM, and don’t go to bed until 4 AM.  Even if I have a lot of responsibilities (especially compared to when I was in high school), I can pretty much do whatever I want, whenever I want.  In other words, everyday is much closer to that time on the subway than it is to my days in class.  The funny thing is, I don’t usually feel guilty at all.  I can sit here at two in the afternoon writing my blog and still feel completely productive. 

 

I don’t know what this means or if it means anything at all.  I am pretty sure though that I conceive of responsibility differently.