Socially speaking, what are adults supposed to be into?
May 3, 2023 19:31:10 GMT -5
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Post by ERON on May 3, 2023 19:31:10 GMT -5
I like this one passage from a Vice article about the new Super Mario movie.
www.vice.com/en/article/v7bevm/watching-the-super-mario-bros-movie-with-my-six-year-old-was-surprisingly-emotional
There was a moment in The Super Mario Bros. Movie where my six-year-old, otherwise raptured and oblivious to the world around them, held my hand. Bowser, in search of Mario, was being mean to Luigi. Home speakers have come a long way, but they’re still no match for the roaring boom of a decent theater. They’re intense. For a brief moment, in a movie about colors whizzing by with little care for plot, my daughter was scared, and generations bonded over a place where characters eat colored mushrooms to get bigger.
As a parent, I am philosophically opposed to forcefully passing my nostalgia to my children.
They are their own people, not little versions of me, and while it’s impossible for elements of your identity, preferences, and values to not rub off on them—you know, a huge part of the “parenting” thing—it’s never been my intention to treat children as a vehicle to re-experience my own childhood. One reason I had children was to have new experiences, to view the world through their eyes. And yet, here I was, holding back a tear during a movie that rarely concerns itself with anything deeper than “Wa-hoo!” and noticing how I’d been undermined.
I let myself have that moment. It made my heart sing. She eventually let go.
As a parent, I am philosophically opposed to forcefully passing my nostalgia to my children.
They are their own people, not little versions of me, and while it’s impossible for elements of your identity, preferences, and values to not rub off on them—you know, a huge part of the “parenting” thing—it’s never been my intention to treat children as a vehicle to re-experience my own childhood. One reason I had children was to have new experiences, to view the world through their eyes. And yet, here I was, holding back a tear during a movie that rarely concerns itself with anything deeper than “Wa-hoo!” and noticing how I’d been undermined.
I let myself have that moment. It made my heart sing. She eventually let go.
Namely, anybody born between 1970 and 2005 should ease up on the nostalgia for IPs past and let future generations find their own forms of new art and new culture.
I don't see it as pushing their childhoods on their kids; I see it as a form of education. They're essentially teaching history to their children. My parents exposed me to all sorts of movies, shows, and music from the 50s and 60s and my grandparents did the same with stuff from the 30s and 40s, and I feel like I'm a better, more well-rounded person because of it. It's one of the things that inspired me to become an educator myself. Whenever I'm having my students read a novel or short story set in a particular time, I always start the lesson by showing them movie clips and playing them music from that era to help set the scene. I feel like I'm passing on the lessons my parents and grandparents taught to me when I was a kid.