hefty, hefty, hefty?

...or wimpy, wimpy, wimpy?

Read this article first: Psychology Today: A Nation of Wimps
(In case you don't feel like it... read it anyway)

I've been saying this for a while... it's the softening of our society. What happened to the stupid stuff that we did as kids (and that some of us still do)? It made us stronger (mostly). Now we get everything handed to us, cleaned, polished, and sanitized.

How many of us made a ramp for our bikes, then realized (albeit too late) that you can't just lean a board on something without it flipping back up and launching you head-first over the handlebars...?

Actually... my friend Joe still does that, but the ramps are bigger.

Cuts and scrapes were (and usually still are) good for you, it taught your body how to fight infections.

George Carlin put it really well... and this is neither safe for work nor anyone who can't handle GC-style (and level of) profanity.

Does this make sense to anyone else?

Comments

A little neglect may breed

A little neglect may breed great mischief. ?????

To a certain extent... But,

To a certain extent...

But, "I'm asking you right now", would you let your son go play on a playground with 12 foot slides, and a pavement surface?

If after a long laborious shopping trip to Walmart (I know you can't really relate to that....anywho) where your toddler insisted on groping every piece of the nasty sticky shopping cart handle, would you let her stick her hands in her mouth or in the baby's face, or would you wipe those disgusting little grubby hands with a handi-wipe?

If your son said "Daddy...play with me", would you say "no son, I'm just going to watch you play. It will make you tough." OR would you get your ass up on the twelve foot slide, and spin around on the spinny thing until you wanted to puke your guts out?

I get the point, but as a parent you never want your child to experience bad things. We've got to let them experience life, and life has bumps and cuts and shit, but if we don't protect them, than who does? I don't know about you, but if my child died from some sort of virus from a Walmart shopping cart or a head injury from an unsafe playground (or bike ramp) I would never be able to live with myself. I'm just sayin'.

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