So, It’s Like, Vocal Fry and Upticks You Know?

I can’t stand it anymore! At a restaurant the other night I felt like jumping up and grabbing the two millennials at the table next to ours by the throat and screaming “Stop it!” Between the gravel in their throats and the upticks at the end of sentences that each had a minimum of three “likes” in them, my wife and I cringed. It actually ruined what would have otherwise been a very nice dinner at our favorite dining spot. (If you don’t know what vocal fry and upticks are all about, just do a search on YouTube.)

It’s everywhere, not just in public but also in the workplace. What was particularly jarring was that the girls were talking about their college experiences and their schools were two of the best in the nation! How faculties can allow their students to graduate high school much less college without an ability to string two coherent and grammatically correct English sentences together is shocking and lamentable!

In our day, the filler words were “you know”. “It was nice at the beach yesterday, you know?” “I can’t understand, you know, how she could have said that.” “You know” was annoying, but I guess we were blessed that the painful vocal fry and uptick problems weren’t so common.

There were regional accents of course: Brooklyn, Bronx and Queens; Midwest; Minnesotan; Texas; Boston Brahmin, Southern and Deep Southern. None were offensive. They were quaint. At times, incomprehensible, but quaint, not grating!

Today, however, I often feel like I’m in a foreign country. Mind you, it’s not the actual foreigners and recent immigrants with whom I have trouble communicating. It’s most often those born here whom I can’t understand!

Other pet peeves…

Starting a sentence with “So”. I don’t know whether it’s supposed to make the speaker sound smarter, whether it’s just another filler phrase, or whether it’s like a cat that hunches down, sticks its butt in the air and flicks its tale before pouncing, but this too is such an annoying corruption of our language!

“Right?” It’s incredibly annoying to hear people end their sentences not just with an uptick but the word right, right?”

Oh, and there are the slightly more sophisticated but equally obnoxious phrases, “Let me be clear”, “To be completely honest”, or “At the end of the day.” You get the idea.

Perhaps it’s because my wife is English that I’m more bothered than most about the deterioration of our grammar and diction. You know the Brits… whether they’re from Chelsea and speak “frightfully” or are from London’s East End and speak like Eliza Doolittle before her transformation in My Fair Lady, or the chimney sweeps in Mary Poppins, they always sound so much more educated and serious than we. Let’s be fair, however. The way they speak and spell English can also be troublesome! But, as she constantly reminds me whenever we get into a spat about the proper way to phrase something, “Just remember, we gave you the language!” End of conversation.

Back in the stone age of 1972 William F. Buckley gave a guest lecture at my college. The auditorium was filled with 60’s vintage, recycled hippies and liberal academics. After laying out the ‘conservative case’ he took questions. The showboating engaged in by the Leftists as they asked pointed and mostly insulting questions was classic drivel. I’ll never forget, however, the extraordinarily deft way that Buckley calmly used incisive, fact-supported arguments, words and language to thoroughly gut each and every one of his antagonists. His mastery of English was incomparable. He also had that great side flick of the tongue to accompany his responses, and when the moderator finally submitted to the shellacking being dealt out, ending the session, the handful of us in the audience who weren’t 60’s radicals or poor attempts at imitation thereof stood up and loudly and unapologetically applauded!

While we’re trying to take back our country from Leftists, let’s try to restore American English to its proper, beautiful state…the English as written by our Founding Fathers. The English we heard spoken by the likes of Lincoln, Reagan, and William F. Buckley. And let’s try to restrain ourselves from wringing the necks of the valley-talk kids around us!

“When the Left Snatches our Kids” – Verbatim Repost of an Exceptional (!) Article

I pray it is not too late. I pray there are still places in our country where traditional values still prevail. But the other day I read an article in American Thinker: “When the Left Snatches our Kids” by Sally Zelikovsky, to whom all credit is due, that so closely reflects my fears that I’m going to “retweet it”, i.e. reproduce it in full. It is precisely the kind of alarm I’ve been trying to raise for my own children and grandchildren. It isn’t so much prescriptive as a call to arms. It succinctly rifles to the crux of all that’s going wrong with our society.

While I’ve been careful to distinguish between Conservative and Traditional in my writings, one could do a cut and paste, replacing the word Traditional with Conservative in the article and it would remain spot on. The italics are mine.

I am skeptical that our efforts as conservative parents to produce conservative offspring will materialize.  Even with the best of intentions, the odds are not in our favor to successfully counter the Democrat-Media Complex, the educational system, and pop culture. That doesn’t mean there aren’t success stories (some in my own family), but I hear more about the failure and the disaffection it engenders in conservative families.

Conservative parents have learned the hard way that how your kids turn out depends on a host of factors that, at some point during the maturation process, are way beyond our control — friends, personal experiences, a particular book or documentary, brain chemistry, friends, a teacher/professor/boss, personality, a romantic relationship, college activities, pop culture, hobbies, and…friends.  Usually, it’s not one but an amalgamation of several factors and presto chango!  The kid who was once the lone conservative arguing at the lunch table, now thinks David Hogg and AOC are bitchin’. 

We see them everywhere — the emaciated college-age vegans working at Starbucks, hysterical young girls pounding on Supreme Court doors, attractive anti-Semites leading the charge in Congress.  I’m sure some of them had conservative upbringings — you cannot assume they were all raised by liberals.  Yet, in her reporting about out-of-control liberal college students some time ago, I heard Laura Ingraham link their behavior to their upbringing.  Only a parent whose children hadn’t yet attended high school could make such an absurd connection.  We can try but we cannot guarantee what our children will believe.  

Once again, I find myself referencing Red Scare movies like Invasion of the Body Snatchers. It resonates.  We have to be vigilant, stay informed, understand the arguments of the other side and how to combat them.  If we don’t, eventually the pods take us over.  I graduated high school a Reagan Republican whose political arguments were admittedly my Dad’s.  When I arrived at a competitive college filled with smart, often private-school educated Merit scholars, I lost every political debate. I just didn’t have the breadth of information and understanding of history to counter their arguments.  Thus, I graduated college…a Democrat.  In time, I fell back on those critical thinking skills my parents instilled in me.  A desire to understand more as I graduated from law school and entered the work force, led me to self-educate and, eventually, return to my conservative roots. 

That was also in the ‘80s and early ‘90s when life was simpler and more balanced: when “gay marriage” was still an oxymoron; before triggers and safe spaces, the internet, social media, doom and gloom “climate change,” and legalized pot; before we had an alphabet of sexualities to choose from and the ability to change sexes; before blended families became the norm; before hatred became the quintessential reason for all of society’s ills.  

Not all teachers and professors were proselytizing progressives, the media was less corrupt, and your politics were not a factor in getting or retaining a job.  Because of the deep societal changes since then, not every Millennial or Gen Xer has the wherewithal, the background, or the backbone to recognize and then punch back against the forces of propaganda, fess up to and toil with their own ignorance, or simply engage in respectful debate with those who have another point of view — no matter how steeped in conservatism their childhood. 

I am not suggesting we stop lecturing our children about competing points of view, stop teaching them to be skeptical about what they learn in school or from their peers, or stop challenging the false orthodoxies they are barraged with on virtually every topic from sexuality to climate, energy to food, and national security to border security.  We should continue to bang the drum.  We must.  And we must remain hopeful that someday those we lost will return to the conservative fold because they see the wisdom of conservative principles.  But for all of you young parents out there who think you’ll do better than those before you, be prepared for disappointment. 

The conservative path is littered with the bodies of well-intentioned parents who are devastated when their formerly straight kids come out of imaginary closets, transition to the opposite sex, or demand to be called “they”; when their Jewish Day School educated children announce their support for the BDS movement; when their evangelical  children support blatant infanticide; when their happy, well-adjusted kids go off to college and return believing weed is innocuous, struggling with drug addiction, or suffering from mental illness. 

These cultural maladies affect liberals and conservatives alike, but are unusually bitter pills for conservatives to swallow because they are packaged in a lifestyle and value system antithetical to everything we teach our children — resilience, pride, integrity, honesty, open-mindedness, self-reliance, individuality, taking responsibility for our actions, doing right when we screw up, and teaching a man to fish.  Liberals cast us as hypocrites whose principles clash with reality, but what they don’t understand is that we believe in taking responsibility for and learning from our missteps so we constantly evolve into better beings (and don’t get mired in unbridled, misplaced hatred and lifelong victimhood).

Secondly, conservative parents are treated by their children with a level of hostility that doesn’t seem to afflict liberal parents with conservative children.  Loving, nurturing conservative parents find themselves catapulted to Holocaust-denier status and demoted to homophobic, intolerant, racist, privileged, religious zealots.  Relics of an oppressive past. It is painful when your kids reject everything you raised them to value. Despise you. Scoff at you. Turn against you. Align with your political foes. Resent you for brainwashing them with yourhateful, 1950‘s agenda.

Now, some of that is typical teenage/young adult angst and rebellion.  When frontal lobes are soothed by the right combination of hormones and our insecure little monsters segue into more confident adults, those nasty side effects often dissipate. But much of the antipathy they are exposed to is encouraged by “the man” in the liberal camp — we’ll call him “the burning man.”  He instructs us to hate authority, hate anything established, hate tradition, hate the moral code you grew up with, hate anyone who is white or successful, and hate those who embrace any of this. Hence, hate your parents.  Hate your old neighborhood.  They are the problem.  And while today all you have to do is oppose them, someday you might have to actively go against them, even “turn them in.” The burning man says this is okay because you are right and the end justifies the means. I’m not being paranoid. Our entire educational system is based on appropriating the minds of our children and undoing all they have learned at home, turning them into weapons of mass societal destruction in the burning man’s toolbox. 

We have all participated in holiday dinners and family vacations ruined by dissension and door-slamming.  Family harmony devolves into family discord, function into dysfunction, and closeness morphs into estrangement.  Parents are instructed to just shut up already! Politics and religion are off the table.  Dinner conversations revolve around silly cat videos and trivial drivel.  Soon there is little left to discuss.  After all, everything is political now — from your sneakers to your bus commute during Pride Month. 

Once upon a time, we could fall back on cultural interests like music, movies, theater, travel, and sports to avoid potentially explosive conversations at family gatherings about politics and religion.  Now, virtue signaling is so ubiquitous that everything seems to fall into the Realm of the verboten.  It becomes more and more difficult to find common ground.  Constructive input I like your haircut and simple questions Did you decide on a major?  What are you doing for break? How do you like your job? are potential triggers.  Family get togethers are so contentious there is an increasing tendency to minimize interactions.  Even life’s big “hatching, matching, and dispatching” events are often fraught with tension — relatives who couldn’t be seated together because of some family squabble are now separated because one has a worldview the other finds detestable.

Some parents give in. They don’t want politics or values to stand in the way of their relationships with their kids, so they re-visit their Weltanschauung.  Constant pressure from your 20-year-old bubelah goes a long way towards re-educating Mom and Dad. Senator Rob Portman was against gay marriage until his son came out and then… he evolved.  I’d rather fight than switch is a paean to another time. 

This is nothing new.  Many parents drank the Kool-Aid and became part of the 60s counterculture their children brought home.  Ironically, many of their hippie children became yuppies and did the unthinkable — morphed into their conservative parents.  Hmm.  I suppose we can be clear-eyed about the transformative societal and political forces pulling our children away from conservatism, at the same time we cling to the hope that our liberal progeny will switch and fight for conservative principles and maybe even cling to their bibles and the Constitution, too.”

Wish I could have said it like that!

Comment by DOC DURACOAT August 3, 2019:
All you people should move to Boca Raton, Florida! Our public high school has been rated A for the last 10 years straight. We have a very active ROTC program, and it is routine to see these kids in the halls wearing military uniforms. The flag is respected, everyone stands for the pledge of allegiance, even the minority students. Graduation rates and college acceptance rates are very high. 

Discipline is enforced, disrupting class is not tolerated. My kids and their friends all graduated as sports playing, modest dressing, great conservative kids. Come on down and bring your guns and bibles! Your kids will graduate with a great education and strong conservative moral values.


Myers-Briggs for Traditionalists

I’m not a fan (understatement) of pop-psych, but of all the tests and profiles that various employers put me through during my career, one stands out as actually practical and useful: The Myers-Briggs Type Indicator®. I have consistently found it to be uncannily accurate in explaining and predicting human behavior, particularly interpersonal behavior. In our families, the MBTI® can promote understanding, enhance communication, and fuel patience and forgiveness that we might not otherwise be able to muster.

Based on the work of the Swiss psychiatrist Carl Jung, the MBTI was created by Katharine Cook Briggs (1875-1968) and her daughter Isabel Briggs Myers (1897-1979). In this article I’ll barely scratch the surface of the behavioral model, so apologies to the psychologists and psychiatrists among my readers who would justifiably quibble with my treatment and usage. But here goes.

The MBTI groups people into personality “types” based on four behaviors or dimensions:

a.            How we get our energy
b.            How we gather information
c.             How we make decisions
d.            How we order our lives

Within each of these four behavioral dimensions there is a range or continuum which describes our “preference”.

The first behavioral dimension is: How we get our energy. The continuum ranges from what Jung called Extraversion at one end of the spectrum to Introversion at the other, the so-called ‘E-I Preference‘. Note that the first is spelled Extraversion, not extroversion. It’s not about how we behave outwardly, i.e. whether we’re socially extroverted or introverted. It’s more about how we respond to others and whether interpersonal engagement energizes or depletes us.

At a party, for example, the individuals with the E preference gain energy by being around others. As the night wears on, they seem to get perkier and perkier (with or without alcohol) while those who are natural I’s become more and more exhausted.

It’s probably a good idea to emphasize here that no-one is either always Extraverted, nor Introverted and this is true vis-à-vis the other three dimensions as well. Whether a person is a so-called “E” or a so-called “I” is relative. E or I is a preference and we can be both. It’s just that we’re born, as the theory goes, with a natural tendency or “preference” one way or the other. Fold your arms. You have a natural preference for which arm goes over the top. Now fold them the other way. You can DO it, but you clearly prefer and have a preference to do it the other way right? That’s what we mean when speaking of preference in behavior.

The second behavioral dimension describes How we soak up information. The preference continuum here extends from Sensor to Intuitive. I like to explain this dimension by telling the story of the two people sitting side by side in a plane approaching their destination airport. The plane is in thick clouds and the plane is bump, jumping up and down in the turbulence. The two people have their eyes glued on the window, but all they can see is grey. Suddenly, they burst out of the clouds and the airport is plainly visible below. The Intuitive says, “Ah, we’re there.” The Sensor replies, “Not until we’re on the ground we’re not!”

For the Sensor sees precisely ‘what is’ while the intuitive sees ‘what could be’. Where we fit on this preference continuum has a major impact on how we take in information. The ‘S’ and the ‘N’ individuals as they’re called, can be presented with the exact same set of facts or sensory input and interpret them 180 degrees apart! Not surprisingly, 70% of men are S’s while 70% of women are N’s. (Hence the term ‘women’s intuition’!)

The third behavioral dimension is How we make decisions. The preference continuum here is Thinking at one end and Feeling at the other. In recent years we’re heard a lot about “Emotional Intelligence”. In a way I believe that concept gives support to the argument that decisions don’t have to be made in our left brains all the time. They can also be made in the gut, and they’re just as valid. But ‘T’s are all about laying out the evidence, analyzing it, coming to an incisive and informed decision. ‘F’s are about unconsciously mulling things over viscerally and making their decisions based on how they ‘feel’ about them. Needless to say, most scientists are T’s, and the majority of men are T’s, while the majority of women are F’s.

The final behavioral dimension is How we order our lives. The preferences range from Judgers on one end and Perceivers at the other. Judgers are ordered. They make lists. If they accomplish a task that they didn’t put on the list, they’ll write it on the list after the fact and cross it out! Perceivers prefer to ‘go with the flow’, and are spontaneous and accepting of whatever comes at them. This preference, in my opinion, causes people who are strongly opposite to make each other crazy!

With four behavioral dimensions and two end points on the preference continuum each there are 16 possible combinations of Dimensions and Preferences and we tend to, upon testing with the MBTI, fall into one of the 16. So, in one corner of the matrix for example we have an ESTJ person: the Extraverted Sensor Thinker Judger. At an opposite corner we might have the INFP, the Introverted Intuitive Feeler Perceiver.

Going back to the party. The ESTJ or ENTJ commands attention, some would say ‘holding court’. He or she has an opinion on everything and anything and will tell you about it. When offered a tray of cocktails they might first select the martini, then in a split second put it down and instead take a gin and tonic. They will of course take a cocktail napkin and hold it under the drink as they bring it to their lips. The INFP, meanwhile, is politely smiling as someone bends their ear. They nod, they listen actively and intently. When the cocktail tray comes by they ask the waiter to describe the contents of each drink. They put their fist to their chin and take quite a few seconds to mull over what they want. Once they make up their mind, however, they take the drink and will not change it two seconds later like the ESTJ did.

By the way, the ESTJ is attracted (opposites attract right?) to the INFP because they display the qualities the ESTJ does not. The opposite is of course true of the INFP, who admires and values the ‘strength of character’ of the ESTJ.

For fun, I’ll stipulate that the ESTJ is a guy and the INFP is a gal. They get married because they are, in fact, opposites attracted to one another. However, fast forward a few years and it’s inevitable, in my experience, that that opposite-ness causes tremendous conflict. That’s not to suggest that they shouldn’t have gotten married. It’s almost inevitable, however, that they really have to work at their relationship.

Meanwhile, two ESTJ’s get married. They constantly bang heads and argue and fight, but they go to separate corners and unwaveringly come back at it until they come to some sort of truce, compromise or shared understanding. Two INFP’s get married and they’ll sit silently in a room together and simply enjoy and be completely satisfied in one another’s company. Eventually, they’ll fall off a cliff holding hands but won’t argue while doing so. And they’ll end up on their feet anyway!

One of the things I like about the MBTI is that it doesn’t make judgments good or bad, positive or negative about these preferences. In fact, the seminal work on the model is called “Gifts Differing”, suggesting that each of the 16 personality types has gifts or talents, and there is no right or wrong among them. They’re just, well, different.

Here’s an example of how an understanding of “Type” can be useful. The ESTJ and the INFP are sipping the last of their wine at the end of dinner on a Sunday evening in August. The ESTJ husband says, “Hey Hon, how about we go skiing as a family next February.” The INFP wife, after a pause, says, “That’s not a bad idea.” The husband takes that answer as a thumbs up and a month later he’s got a whole family ski trip planned out. Along the way, he’s checked in with his wife, “What do you think of this condo, or that kids instruction package?” He repeatedly gets an answer similar to the first, “That’s not a bad idea.”

The family takes the vacation, has a great time and ten years later in family counseling the wife brings up this episode, emphatic that she never wanted to go on that trip! Struggling to remember the details, the husband says, “Hey, I checked with you at the outset and every step of the way in planning that trip! Why didn’t you speak up?” The wife replies, “Because you never gave me any time to think about it!”

Had the ESTJ husband understood Type, he would have realized that asking what seemed like a straightforward question of his INFP wife was not straightforward at all to her. Rather, the INFP needed to process the question: take in the idea and internally explore it (the “N” in her), then mull it over at the gut level (the “F” in her), and finally take time to consider the whole concept and come to a complete and clear decision (the “P” in her). By the time she’d done that, the ESTJ husband was miles down the planning road!

The patience required of polar opposite husband and wife to reach a mutually satisfying compromise decision is huge, emotionally draining and if that kind of difference in approaching life is tested many times a day, one will understand why opposites attract but inevitably have to work so hard to have a good relationship!

I could go on and on sharing anecdote after anecdote of how the very opposite personality types deal with one another within families, in the workplace, among friends, among strangers, in public, in private…how an understanding of the personality type of someone with whom we’re dealing could help us achieve whatever goal we have with that interaction, or how it is that when one is under stress one tends to behave as if they are the exact opposite of who they are when not under stress.

Instead, I urge you to read Gifts Differing, and if you’re still working or thinking about your career, the book named “Do What You Are“.  I’ve also provided below a cheat sheet (credit to Jake Beech) that pithily summarizes the 16 MBTI types.

HAVE FUN WITH THIS!

By Jake Beech – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=30859659

What We Teach Our Children Matters

Stand by while I put on my ballistic vest. This topic is a lightning rod and even many Traditionalists won’t like what I’m going to say here. But I’m old and on this subject, grumpy, so I’m going to call it like I see it.

I’ll begin with an anecdote. Some years ago I was attending a church picnic held at a park not far from our home. Families of all shapes and sizes came with their picnic accoutrements and the food, music, games and fun were typical of raucous church picnics.

As my family and I drove toward the area of the park where the picnic was being held, I slowed the car to a crawl as kids and pets were running all over the place. Off in the distance I could clearly see a boy, about 11 or 12, riding his bike straight towards us on this roadway/quasi pathway. I could see even 30 to 40 yards away that the boy wasn’t paying attention to what was in front him but looking from side to side.

So I stopped the car altogether, but on he came, straight for the hood of my car. I thought of beeping the horn but now he was within 20 yards and I didn’t want to startle him. “Surely he’ll look up and see where he’s going,” was what went through my mind, but he never looked up until the very last 5 yards whereupon he slammed on his brakes. It was too late.

He was barely moving, thank goodness, when he crashed head on into the front of my car and fell off the bike. I immediately jumped out to make sure he was alright. He was, but the front wheel of his bike was slightly bent, not enough to prevent it from turning, but enough to make riding the bike wobbly. So my wife and I changed places, she now behind the wheel, and I started walking with the boy, whose family I knew well, towards where they were set up in the park.

As I approached the family with my arm around the boy his father approached us, took one look at the bike, dropped to his knee and put his hands on his son’s shoulders asking if he was hurt. “No,” replied the boy who had gone sullen. Then the Dad asked, looking at me, “what happened?”.

I could see the little guy was fearful that he was going to get into trouble and so I chose my words carefully, explaining not how reckless he was, but rather how he was slowing to pull to the side of the road when it appeared his hand slipped off the brake and he couldn’t stop and ran into the front of my car.

How unprepared I was for the father’s reaction. It would be a huge understatement to say that he overreacted. He practically threatened to sue me for reckless endangerment of his son! Meanwhile, the look on the boy’s face was a combination of astonishment, bewilderment, embarrassment, and humiliation not at what happened, but for how his father was behaving!

I said little to nothing, and began walking over to where I could see my wife had parked our car and had started to take our picnic paraphernalia out. I had to hide my shock and disbelief of how obnoxious and affrontive my neighbor and church acquaintance had been.

And then I thought to myself, “What did that father say to his son after I left? And, what did the whole episode teach him?

Another example. I’m walking through the grocery store one day and a mother is desperately trying to reason with her pre-adolescent son. He is demanding she buy him candy from the shelf predictably placed at the checkout counter. The child is quite literally yelling at his mother saying the most appalling things while mom looks furtively around her obviously worried about what people are thinking.

Practicing tortured restraint, mom says to her son: “Alright, I’ll get you the candy just this once, but you must not speak to mommy that way.” The boy doesn’t even wait for his mother to pay for the candy, and she doesn’t intervene when he tears the wrapper off, throwing it on the floor and begins to chomp down.

What have these parents both taught their children? I’ll let you, the reader, answer this yourself. In both cases, however, I’ll venture a guess that you’ll agree the parents taught them something wrong.

But this is what has happened to discipline in the new millennium. My parents would have hauled me out to the car if I behaved like that in the store, pulled down my pants in front of the whole world, and given me a couple of good swats on the behind. In fact, I’m sure something like this DID happen to me when I was young, but truthfully, I don’t even remember the incidents. Why? Because it only took a few times for me to learn that there are right and wrong ways to behave.

Today, my own kids face situations like those above with their own children, but they are TERRIFIED of meting out ANY discipline, except for time-outs and toy confiscation, even in the confines of their own home! Because if word got to a teacher or school administrator of a spanking, they’d be at risk of “child protective services” showing up at their door. We’ve all heard horror stories of government intrusion in the parenting/child-rearing process.

While the current limp-wristed approach to parenting may work in some cases, I firmly believe the swift swat on the butt I received was far more effective in teaching me right and wrong, and much more lasting.

And right and wrong is what children need to be taught. Unfortunately, in the current environment of moral relativism and permissiveness, the impact of families where these are not taught has a devastating effect on the community at large. Just look at Antifa or, almost as bad, various skinhead groups for examples. Do you think their parents taught them to behave that way, or was it the absence of parental guidance and moral teaching that created them?

We thought OUR generation was spoiled and undisciplined? Just look at the next two after us!

What we teach our children, and our grandchildren, matters!

What We Do as a Family Matters

Been to a restaurant lately, where a family sits, a three year old with an iPad in front of her watching some children’s program, the 12 year old, with a tortured look, focused on an iPhone screen furiously tapping away, mom and dad’s phones face-up on the table creating an effect something like holding flashlights underneath our chins?

Regrettably, this scene is ubiquitous. And we wonder why the family is breaking down.

Of all the infections eating away at our society and culture today, the fundamental changes to families is the most virile. Of course Leave it to Beaver, the Donna Read Show, Ozzie and Harriet and all the other television fare that we grew up on couldn’t exist today. It truly was a different time. But in virtually all those shows, it was a given that families were, well, families!

Contrast those shows with what we see on television today. Does anyone honestly believe that what’s happening to traditional families is good for society?

The Left thinks that scene played out in the restaurant represents “progress.”

“Mom can monitor the babysitter, Dad is instantly reachable if something happens that needs his immediate attention either at work or at the club, Sally is occupied, quiet and not running around the restaurant disturbing others,” they will argue. No conversation of any substance. No recounting of what’s going on in each other’s lives. No understanding whatsoever of what’s eating at Johnny, or what Sally’s being fed on that children’s program. Mom and Dad just want to get through dinner so they can get back home to Dancing with the Stars and football.

Is it just me or does anyone else see how sick this is? Here’s a family, ostensibly sharing time together, except they’re not!

What happened to a parent’s responsibility to impart their values to their children? What ARE their values, and what IS being passed down? We know the answers, but should it be this way?

Cut scene. A family is gathered around a dinner table on a Sunday evening. No phones or tablets present, some peaceful music plays in the background. The cacophony and mayhem that prevailed two minutes earlier as each family member fulfilled their pre-dinner chores has given way to a more subdued tone as each takes his or her place at the table.

In some households, grace is said. In others, there’s a pause to raise a glass and give thanks that everyone could be together. In still others there’s simply quiet as napkins are taken off the table and placed on laps, everyone waiting for a signal from mom and dad to begin digging in.

As the meal progresses everyone is asked to report on what has transpired in their lives since they were last gathered like this. Even the monosyllabic teenagers are goaded into uttering a few grunts about what’s going on with their friends and at school. You get the picture.

Which scene is better for society? If you think the former, you’re probably a social justice warrior hell bent on “fundamentally transforming America.” If you think the latter, you’re probably nostalgic for a kinder and gentler time, one where the family was the most important unit of a civilized society, where families had pride in their name, and in their school, and in their community, and in their state, and in their country.

Of course these kinds of families still exist. The problem is that they’re decreasingly prevalent. The norm keeps moving towards the dysfunctional, to the “progressive”, down the slippery slope to necrosis.

How about we spend time with our families around picnic tables, playing soccer or stick ball in the park, fishing together at the local pond. How about moms and dads teaching their children manners, and helping them with their school projects, and paying attention to what they’re being taught and correcting misinformation. And teaching them the difference between right and wrong. And establishing and enforcing rules of behavior, and conduct, and respect.

And how about just having fun together. It’s ok to have a movie night with popcorn and soda, watching Frozen for the umpteenth time, but let’s also find examples of traditional goodness, and greatness to expose ourselves to.

We are what we do. Bury our faces in technology, abrogate our responsibility for raising our families to others and that’s who we are. Gather and recount acts of bravery, or sacrifice, or service, or touching others’ lives in a positive way, supporting one another at little league games, or at school plays, or attending a July 4th celebration together, and that’s who we are.

How we spend time together as families matters.

The Mall Rat Syndrome

We’ve all seen them, a group of fluorescent-haired, usually disheveled, radio-antenna-adorned teenagers standing around the entrance to a shopping mall, sometimes huddled and quietly mumbling to each other, sometimes overtly eyeing and loudly denigrating the more normal looking patrons going in and out of the wide doors.

But that was then. This is now.

There’s a more contemporary version of this gathering of “mall-rats”, these to-be-pitied, “other-directed” underachievers desperate for attention and each others’ approval because they can’t get it from individual accomplishments. It exists online, in social media.

Misery does indeed love company. Here, behind a wall of anonymity, the same teenagers band together to cast aspersions on, or worse, mount character assassination campaigns against others whom they secretly envy, or abhor, usually due to the praise heaped upon them for their successes or simply because, they’re what we’d call “normal”.

And here, in social media, the mall rats are joined by supposed adults, who carry on in the same way.

Except they’re not adults. Regrettably, our society is filled with people who chronologically should be adults, but who exhibit all the dysfunctional behavior, or worse, of the mall rats. Raised in an “everyone gets a trophy for showing up” society, where “just do it” (with impunity) is the norm, far too many adults today behave like children. Somewhat surprisingly, there’s evidence that there are some children today who, frankly, behave increasingly like adults, but that phenomenon is still rare and not always healthy. That’s a topic for a different discussion.

Social media was supposed to increase social adhesion, broaden relationships, improve community. Instead, it’s brought isolation, depression, social paraplegia and a veritable explosion of mall rats fearful of missing out (FOMO), all seeking attention and sharing their misery. It’s given a megaphone to those who in other times might have been more sheepish but who can now lash out and shout their frustrations with impunity. And it has amplified the lemming effect as demagogues, both adolescent and adult, lead their followers over the edge of the cliff.

One of my sons, who frequently exhibits far more wisdom at his age than I certainly ever did, recently stated what’s going on quite succinctly: “We have rewired the human condition to subsist on personal validation through social media channels.”

And that has given the mall rats undue power and influence.

To be fair, not all of our generation’s behavior is as bad as that of mall rats. But in small ways the diminution of standards and morals continues to eat away at our societal fabric. For example, I sat at a restaurant just last night and couldn’t help but overhear the conversation between two parents and their college-age son. The topic was adult enough…the son was describing the content of the exams he had recently completed. But the number of “likes” that punctuated each sentence, or more like half-sentences, was nauseating. The parents were, appallingly, every bit as inarticulate as the son, despite between fashionably dressed and ostensibly well-educated and well-to-do.

How are we ever going to remain a light shining on a hill if our people can’t string two grammatically correct sentences together? Yes, yes, I know. This problem exists at the highest levels of our culture and society and in our most visible politics.

But it’s Leftist progressivism, infecting as it has our discourse and society like some noxious gas or metastasized cancer that has given license to adult mall-rat behavior. It’s way past time for adults to start behaving like adults and stop acting like mall rats, or tolerating mall rats for that matter. It’s way past time for parents to start acting like parents, instead of trying to be their children’s best friends. We certainly know better. We just need to grow up.

People Matter

Seems it should go without saying, but in this new world of technological wizardry, of AI, virtual reality, deep fake photos, avatars and animojis, where Dick Tracy watches are now a reality, and where communications have been reduced to “txt speak”… face to face and even voice to voice interaction is becoming more and more rare.

Our house has a number of floors. The other day I received a txt message from my wife, who was a couple of floors apart from me, reminding me of something. On one hand this saved her having to either climb several flights of stairs or yell at the top of her lungs to get her message across. On the other, without any tone/voice inflection to the communication, with no body language to see, there were several ways I could have interpreted what she was asking. From how soon I was supposed to get this done to whether there were other options, to any clarification I may have needed or questions that I might have had …you get the idea.

In a 1974 Harvard Business Review article, I was first exposed to the concept of “the monkey on your back.” It describes how one person can transfer a problem (the monkey) off his or her own shoulders and make it his supervisor/manager’s problem. Quoting from the article…

“Let us imagine that a manager is walking down the hall and that he notices one of his subordinates, Jones, coming his way. When the two meet, Jones greets the manager with, “Good morning. By the way, we’ve got a problem. You see….” As Jones continues, the manager recognizes in this problem the two characteristics common to all the problems his subordinates gratuitously bring to his attention. Namely, the manager knows (a) enough to get involved, but (b) not enough to make the on-the-spot decision expected of him. Eventually, the manager says, “So glad you brought this up. I’m in a rush right now. Meanwhile, let me think about it, and I’ll let you know.” Then he and Jones part company.”

What just happened? The monkey got transferred from the subordinate to the manager.

Email, voicemail, texting…these technological ‘solutions’ represent the ultimate in monkey-transferring. How many times have your heard, when asking for an update on an assignment you’ve given someone, “I sent him an email.” How many times have you sent a text message to someone and found yourself irritated when you didn’t get an immediate response? And when was the last time a person actually answered a phone when you had a question in lieu of entering voice-mail-jail? Monkeys are jumping all over the place!

Some of the other effects technology is having on interpersonal communication and relationships:

Superficiality: Some things simply cannot be communicated in a 140 character ‘tweet’ (now, I gather it’s 280 – big whoop!)

Constant Distraction: I’ll address the FOMO (Fear of Missing Out) phenomenon in another post, but we’ve all seen what eyes pressed on little screens has done to threaten, perhaps even eliminate concentrating on any one thing. It’s the high-tech equivalent of trying to have a conversation with someone as their eyes dart around the room.

Lack of Privacy: there’s a price to pay for “free”. For example, to get ‘free email’, we give up our privacy. We allow the email service providers access to our communications. The ability of one person to talk in confidence with another goes out the window with technology.

Isolation: everyone has seen how people hide behind technology both creating false impressions of themselves or others, or simply “lurking”, i.e. observing what others are saying and doing. Why actually talk with other people when you can interact with them without every leaving your locked room?

Depersonalization: this is the ultimate “dis” (short in popular culture lingo for disrespect). By avoiding human interaction and communication one is thumbing one’s nose (I can think of another way of saying this using a hand gesture) at anyone and everyone with whom they interact. The lack of direct communication between tech users displays the ultimate disregard for others, i.e. people.

Instead of the pejorative “I’ll have my people get in touch with your people,” soon we’ll be saying, “I’ll have my iPhone get in touch with your iPhone.”

If we are to survive as a civilization, I posit that we will have to restore human to human speech, face to face conversation, and figure out whether we want to remain human, or become human/machine hybrids.

We need to stop hiding behind our technology and start talking to one another again.

People matter.

Stuff That Matters

With a salute and due credit to Charles Krauthammer (1950-2018) whose book Things that Matter (New York: Crown Publishing, 2013 available from Amazon here) was the capstone of his exemplary life and the inspiration of this and future related posts, I’ve begun my own list.

New items come to mind daily so it is a work in progress. They’re in no particular order, although Truth, God and Right would be right up there at the top of any ordered list. From time to time I’m going to address these topics in more detail but to get started, here’s a first stab.

Truth matters.

God matters.

Right and Wrong Matter.

Our word matters.

How we think matters.

People matter.

What we teach our children matters.

What we do as a family matters.

Helping others matters.

Being friendly matters.

Courtesy matters.

Being considerate matters.

Our reputation matters.

Loyalty matters.

Being kind to animals matters.

Conservation matters.

Courage matters.

Catching someone doing something right matters.

Thrift matters.

Obeying/Respecting our parents matters.

Respecting our elders matters.

Respecting authority matters.

Saying what we mean and meaning what we say matters.

Words matter. What we say and how we say it matters.

Listening matters.

Perseverance and determination matter.

The choices we make matter.

Temperance matters.

Anticipation and thinking ahead matters.

Knowing ourselves matters.

Our health matters.

Controlling ourselves matters.

Deferred gratification matters.

Grooming matters.

Situational awareness matters.

Whom we choose as friends matters.

What we read matters.

What we watch on television matters.

What we tweet/post/email matters.

What we eat matters.

Our morning routine matters.

How we spend our non-working time matters.

Hard work matters.

Honoring our spouses matters.

Standing up for what we believe in matters.

How we treat those above us and how we treat those below us matters.

What we value and how we spend our money matters.

Where we live matters.

What we don’t say matters.

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Celebrating Mom

In the kitchen this morning I’m surrounded by flowers and greeting cards. Not for ME, mind you, but for my wife, who is “sleeping in”…one of the very few days of the year when she can.

I’m thinking of my own mom this morning who died many years ago after a wonderful life, but whose memory lives on in many ways. As I reflect on the relationship we had as she (and my dad too of course) raised me; as I see her genes in my own children and now grandchildren, both physically and in terms of temperament and personality; as I see her in parenting behavior that I to this day find myself duplicating…I can’t help but be eternally grateful.

If you looked up the word “saint” in the dictionary, you’ll see my mom’s picture next to the definition. You’re thinking, “everyone thinks their mom is/was a saint.” Not true, at least not anymore, I’m afraid.

Because part of the mother-child relationship is situational. And with divorce, out-of-wedlock and single parenting rates continuing to skyrocket, and traditional families continuing to break down, for many, what I had growing up has vanished, and never will be. It’s terribly terribly sad.

Standing at the greeting card rack the other day I saw the changing role of moms reflected in the brightly colored, category-labeled array before me. “To Mom from the Step Kids”, “To Mom from Sister/Brother”, “To Mom from the Dog(s), Cat(s), Goldfish”, “To Mom from Wife”, etc. (I double took on that last one, but it was a big section…hard to miss). I didn’t see a section labeled “To My Moms”, but I’m sure it was there as well.

My mom was a stay-at-home, manage the household and her children mom. She selflessly catered to my dad’s and her children’s needs and whims. Chef, chauffeur, therapist, disciplinarian, coach, consoler, nurse (and EMT), social director, cub scout den mother, music teacher, manners guardian, PTA President, art director, arbitrator, elegant party planner and hostess, maid, laundress, animal trainer, guardian, intercessor (both with God AND my father!), referee, and on and on – she did it all.

She led a busy life. Never did she complain about not having enough of this or that. She was patient, and kind, and almost always cheerful. I don’t recall her ever complaining about being sick, or having to drive me to school when I missed the bus. The “wrapped in her arms” image comes to mind when I think of my mom.

I’m grateful I’m a hybrid of my mom and my dad. My dad was a product-of-the-depression, self-educated and self-made, self-reliant, kick-butt-and-take-names, black-and-white, right-and-wrong, no-nonsense patriarch who was and always will be a giant to me. So sometimes that gentlewoman comes out in a softer side of me even as I grow ever more into an “old, angry white guy”.  

Much has been written about the changing nature of moms and families. And I could spend the rest of this post railing against the impact, mostly detrimental, those changes are having on our society. I’ll do so in different post.

But today I just want to celebrate my own mom and express the hope that despite all that’s different in today’s world, children and grandchildren will be able to experience the warmth, support..in short, the LOVE, that my mom gave me.

I miss you mom. Rest in peace.