Don't get it twisted, i'll beat my kid if they ever mess up Chinese style. With a bamboo stick.
He seems like a great parent. This is tough love at its finest and something I feel parents should do these days. Shit like this is a good example of how old fashioned parenting makes an impression. Too often people think they know something about psychology cuz they know some pop culture but the reality is (as someone in the field), this kid will be better off for this. So yeah, sorry there won't be another stripper in 4 years.
I've done my share of parental ranting, often relative to the intensity and frequency of chores compared to those my three sisters had growing up. While I was mowing the lawn, shoveling snow, painting the foundation every summer, taking out garbage, and cleaning up dog shit, the worst they maybe had to do was clean up the kitchen table since my mom did dishes, cooked meals, and did the laundry. I didn't get an allowance, and naturally you could add schooling and eventual part-time work on top of school activities like football and basketball. In comparison, I did feel like their nigger, and woe upon me if I ever requested to not have to do something right away if I was in the middle of a game, TV show, or just wanting a few more minutes to mellow out after 9 hours of not-public-school/commute and 2.5 more of beating myself up in sports practices.
For all the maturity it fostered, it basically boiled down to me having zero tolerance for those who expect others to do things for them when in all the time they bitched about getting it done, they could've just done it themselves. It's made working lesser jobs problematic because I see co-workers slacking when things need done, but they still get paid the same and often better hours (when you close, you ultimately have to do the shit they don't do). In the end, all I really seek is fairness in expectations and responsibilities.
Far as the video goes, we don't have the entirety of the story. Capping a laptop made me chuckle a bit, sure, but I can also say it wouldn't be my first response. As is, I have zero interest in parenting and hold little faith in today's world and the near-future. I've parented by proxy through my sister's kids, and it's obvious we carry different philosophies in the things I don't let them get away with when under my watch. Once I caught my nephew chasing my dog around and shooting him with a nerf gun. Told him to stop as it was scaring my dog, but he didn't. Eventually I confiscated the toy and proceeded to just follow him around for an hour, randomly shooting him in the head, emphasizing that bullying sucks. Of course he whined to mommy and didn't get disciplined after I explained what happened, but c'est la vie. Only so much we can do.
I can't pretend to know the workings of a mind of a teenage girl. Certainly didn't get them when I was a teen, too. What I can do, aside from sympathizing with the need to vent, is understanding finding some commiseration and consolation through others can also be helpful. For as bad as she thinks she has it, all it takes is one friend to offer some perspective to level her out, or help her mature, as some put it. In the end, dad's down a thousand bucks or more when the lesson could've been more cheaply demonstrated. She's gonna get mad at them again. She's gonna disappoint them again. Just part of growing up, internet or not.
Imo just Donkey Kong that bitch and punch her on the top of her head.
Thing is, shit isn't secret when you post it on the internet. That was her misstep. I've encountered a few people who feel that the girl's "privacy" was violated because she had blocked the people she didn't intend to see the post, and he saw it anyway. I say fuck that: when you post shit on the internet for 200 people to see, the other 50 you blocked from reading it are probably going to find out anyway. For fuck's sake, the FATHER only found the post because the family has a facebook page for their DOG (lol, what the fuck) and the dog was friends with the daughter. Dad logs in, sees post because she didn't bother to block the dog's feed from seeing said post, hilarity ensues for all of us. Her mistake, and oh well, she shouldn't have been talking shit. In real life, when you talk a bunch of shit and run off at the mouth to a bunch of people and it gets back to the person you were talking about, you can't bitch about your privacy being violated-- YOU WERE RUNNING YOUR MOUTH! So, you say be MORE secretive, but really, on the internet, nothing is a secret, so she'd have to just keep that shit off the internet completely in order to do that.
yup, and my mom had a FT job and worked ridiculously long and weird hours, so that meant running the house was up to me. Laundry, dishes, trash, cooking, everything -- shit, even some bill paying/accounting on her behalf -- that entire house ran because of me, and all my mom ever had to do was pay that rent. Looking back, I'm glad it was that way. I was equipped to function independently and there's really no substitute for that.
My parents never outright destroyed any of my stuff, but it was common for them to confiscate my stuff for a few weeks or so if I was being a jerk. I learned very quickly to keep my bitching about them to private conversations with my closest friends when my parents werent around. I've complained over the internet before, but only through IM programs on my personal computer that I paid for with my own money, meaning my parents respect it as my private property and don't touch it without permission. And, even then, I learned early on how to paranoid-parrot the settings so nothing gets logged... and also IMing complaints to my best friend is a bit different from plastering it all over facebook, even with some privacy settings.
If taking privileges away is considered "tough" love, I don't want to live on this planet any more.
I love this guy. Perfect.
That stuff WASN'T hers. She HAS no money of her own. She HAS no personal property, it is all provided by her parents. IMing is considered a personal conversation, and even then, people can copy and paste/screenshot and repeat what you say, so you still have to be careful. A facebook status that 200something people can read at their leisure is not, by ANY stretch of the imagination, private in any way.
Pussy parenting is really becoming vogue and that scares me.
Yeah, that's why I made that distinction. My parents bought me my first computer, and generally gave me privacy on it, but they took it away if I was a jerk. Every computer since then I've bought myself and they haven't touched them, no matter how big of a jerk I was. However... they pay the electricity bills, so they could just refuse to let me plug it in.
Also, my complaints were restricted to my closest, most trusted friends. If they wanted to fuck up my day, screenshotting me bitching about my parents is pretty minor on the list of things they could do.
My dad always threatened to throw the computer out the window. I called his bluffs.
loved it
I always heard the Theory that if your parents were tough with you, you have a tendency to be soft with your kids and vise versa