Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Escalation

From motivation to escalation.
It seems nowadays that things just seem to be getting more and more bold. I'm sure someone raised in the fifties thinks the eighties were sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll. But I'm really astounded that at thirty-three, bold has been taken to new heights.
Music is just one very good example. I don't know what everyone listens to. I can listen to anything from Classical to Oldies to Country to Rap to ANYTHING. But there is a song that my oldest chicken (age 12) seems to really like. I think it's called "My Humps", and it's by the Black-eyed Peas. And yes. There are several breast and ass references in it. I really don't care for it much. Nice beat. The words...not so much. Destiny's Child has a new song out that talks about "giving it up," or something of the like. It's really suggestive.
Now, things DO change. Hell, I listened to "I Want Your Sex" by George Michaels and "Touch Me" by Samantha Fox. I jammed to "Dr. Feelgood" by Motley Crue. Yes, it was the eighties. And yes--sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll were rampant.
But now I have chickens of my own. And there is only so much I can take. There are a lot of tv programs that we have locked, and they can't access. When the oldest chicken (I'm just picking on her today) went to a friend's house and watched Rated "R" movies (Nightmare on Elm Street) I hit the freaking roof. And when she went to another friend's house afterwards, she declined to watch the Rated "R" movies with her friends. By the way, the mother at the house was highly impressed. And yes, I was very proud.
My job is to protect. Try to protect the sanctity of some portions of the chicken's lives. I don't want to shelter them (smother them) so badly they can't function in everyday society.
But damn it! I am the Mama filter. It's my job to screen the crap that gets thrown into their lives everyday.

The chickens and I have an "open door" policy. They want to know something...they come and ask. But I try and keep outside exposure to a minimum. They are still children. Okay, almost teenagers. Everything seems to be going faster and faster. Kids learn things they shouldn't, younger and younger.
And yes, when "My Humps" comes on...I change the station. It's the least I can do.
Grins*

8 comments:

Tori Lennox said...

I don't have kids, but even I have a problem with "My Humps". *g*

B said...

Yeah, it makes you wonder if maybe our parents weren't so stupid and uptight as we thought, uh?

I also cringe at the stuff they're allowing in PG movies and family TV shows now too. Honestly, do they really need to be sexually suggestive just to get a laugh or make a point? It seems so unnecessary to me. Geez, I'm way too young to be complaining about this stuff yet! But we're moms, it's natural to want to protect our chickens from everything we can. We just need to do the best with what we have and hope we don't screw 'em up too bad!

Beverly

Rene said...

"My Humps" does have a pretty good beat. My kids aren't into the modern music scene yet. They do listen to Disney Radio all the time. "Hamster Dance" while harmless is pretty torturous.

My son is so beyond moral. He is a prig. He feels funny about seeing a PG-13 movie. I won't let my kids watch R rated movies. My mom didn't until I was 16.

Dorothy said...

Never heard of My Humps. Is this a rock band? And we thought ours had weird sounding names!

Silma said...

In my country there's a saying, "A quien Dios no le dio hijos, el Diablo le da sobrinos." Translation: To those who God doesn't give children, the Devil will give them nephews and nieces. Since I couldn't have either, the little devil gave me goddaughters. One of them is 13 yrs old now, so I know what you're going through. I have to be careful. She likes rap music, and I don't think it's cool when she is singing 50 Cent's "Candy Shop." Gosh, and here I was the girl who listened to Led Zeppelin's "Black Dog."

chryscat said...

Tori: ^5! That's what I'm talking about!
Beverly: Yes! There are some scary movie previews that give me nightmares that they show on regular tv. OMG! Talk about desensitizing children. Um...and me.
Rene: Exactly! My kids love Disney music. But it conflicts with all the other stuff out there. And the girls just have to (they think) listen to what the other little people listen to. Ha! Not even close.
Dorothy: LMAO! It's the name of a song. The Black-eyed Peas sing it. And yes, it's risque.
Silma: Ahhhhhh. You know that of which I refer to. Oh yeah. Candy Shop. Magic Stick. Nice penile references. ACK!
And it is quite funny when we reference what we listened to. *sigh*
The times...they are a'changing.
Grins*

username said...

I detest (c)rap and even my sons refuse to listen to it--they dislike it as much as Studmuffin and I do. They--namely the oldest two--also realize it objectifies women. (I do like Pink, although I'm not sure what genre she falls into.)

That being said, taking into consideration what my children have seen/heard in the POS schools here, we do like to listen to Nine Inch Nails and Linkin Park. I tolerate Staind, Nickleback and Hoobastank isn't bad. However, I demand a certain amount of other music--a plethora of Celtic music, as well as classical, gets listened to. Equal airtime for balance. (We do listen to some old 80's stuff and even 70's stuff like Rush, the Eagles, etc. The orclings really like both of those groups.)

It makes for well-rounded individuals. *g*

We maintain a tight leash on what they read/watch here at home and always have. It's called responsible parenting, which we always have done.

More power to you for protecting your chickadees!

Olga said...

I'm proud of you, too! I think you're doing a great job as a parent! I know "My Humps," "Candy Shop," etc., and they were and are extremely popular, and they do have a very nice beat. But they also have provocative lyrics not meant for children's ears and even more provocative videos not meant for children's eyes. In general, with everything going around, it's hard to protect the youngest, and I think it's a bit disturbing how early kids have to grow up these days.