Hang up and talk

I am pretty firmly in the “Internet is awesome” camp. I’m not going to wax wistfully on the “good old days” and how “kids today” just aren’t as good as the kids they had when we were kids, those were some kids by golly! As near as I can tell, the good old days included nuclear bomb drills, water cannons applied enthusiastically to minorities, and the Ed Sullivan Show.

Based on the reaction to last week’s article, it seems like a few people agree with me (yay, hivemind!). If there is a consensus opinion, it’s that:

  1. Growing up watching TV didn’t seem to make us any dumber (unless it did, and we’re too dumb to notice it);
  2. iPads aren’t the obesity-carrying mind control devices we’d really like them to be;
  3. Yet;
  4. If something is bad, it’s the parent’s fault.

So why is it the parent’s fault? What am I at fault for? Why are we so convinced as a culture that our kids are being forever ruined by Technology? Aaah the guilt!

If only I had the new iSpinning Jenny Air Pro! I hear it’s twice as touch sensitive than the Spinning Jenny that came out 6 months ago!

It’s Complicated

I listened to an interview with Danah Boyd, who is a Principal Researcher at Microsoft Research, a Research Assistant Professor in Media, Culture, and Communication at New York University, a fellow at the Berkman Center, and director of the Data and Society Institute. She wrote a book called “It’s complicated: the social lives of networked teens”. She raised some good points:

  1. Teenagers today don’t have a lot of unstructured time: sports and activities dominate and require parents to at least passively participate
  2. Teenagers have always looked for ways to spend time with their friends without their parents looking over their shoulders
  3. The point of being a teenager is to do stupid embarrassing things and hopefully live long enough to be embarrassed
You tried to ask out the cutest girl in your grade? YOU?

In the interview Danah recounted a situation where she was at a high school football game and the teens were socializing, hanging out, and occasionally looking at their phones or taking pictures with them.

In the bleachers all of the parents were sitting there, heads bowed, staring at their phones.

It was a powerful image so the story stuck with me and I wanted to dig in a little more into some of the research around children’s exposure to media and technology.

Don’t Mess with Big Bird

There is a fantastic survey of the research from 2010 called Children, Wired: For Better and For Worse. To wit: the quality of the media consumed seems to have the biggest effect on learning outcomes. In one study, there was a “direct causal link” between increased literacy skills and Sesame Street, which is about as close to proof as you’re going to get in the soft sciences.

Unlike in Philosophy, which will argue proof doesn’t really exist, but you should probably give them tenure anyway to be on the safe side so they can keep looking for it.

Also interesting is the “social teaching” aspect: programs that show how to resolve social conflict may be even more important than learning anything. In short, educational TV is not an oxymoron.

It’s not just TV, either. Laprospcopic surgeons who play video games are better at their jobs than their non-gamer peers. Gamers who play first person shooters (like Call of Duty) do a better job at assessing situations and then making correct decisions.

So why the hysteria? Why are we so hard on ourselves?

You know how when you see a little kid talk back to their parents in a public space, and the parents don’t react the way you’d expect them to, and you judge them?

Oh don’t lie, we all do.

Especially his parents.
Especially his parents. I am totally judging his parents.

Maybe there’s a little voice inside all of us that’s judging us too.

After all, when they’re children they’re little mirrors and little sponges. They absorb everything, and they show us our best and worst qualities. What if that’s the reason we’re all so obsessed with how much junior is playing on the iPad?

Because it’s cutting into OUR iPad time?

What if it’s us who are being ruined by technology, and we’re taking it out on our kids?

B.F.F. (before Facebook Feed)

Do you remember when you first got on Facebook? Chances are, you were on Facebook All. The. Time.

It’s amazing– there’s everyone you know, and a few people you dimly remember. You can be funnier than you ever could be in the spur of the moment. You get to interact with people and get little “ahs!” every time someone notices you. The whole system is designed to keep you in place as much as possible so Facebook can rake in the ad bucks.

I’m not even going to get into *this* nonsense.

Are you still on Facebook all the time? Probably less than you were.

As adults I have a theory that many of us are still in the honeymoon phase with our gadgets. We take them to bed. We caress their screens in the dark while our partners sleep. We do this because we still can’t believe just how awesome our toys are. Even after thirty-plus years, at a fundamental level, it’s magic.

We remember when computers were big bulky things.

When you had to write letters.

When reading news meant holding a paper that had newsworthy items printed on it in a non-refreshing analog display.

When games beeped and booped.

Nothing was more fun than chasing down your friend’s unicorn and beating it with a club. NOTHING.

Siri, make me a sandwich

My kids?

They have never lived in a world where you had to wait until a certain time of the day to watch their favorite show. They can FaceTime their grandparents 600 miles away whenever they feel like it (which is almost never- sorry Mom). They play immersive games online with their friends while Skyping. All of the knowledge of the world is a few keystrokes away.

And they can never imagine a world any other way.

Magic? No, it’s reality.

How many of us play with an electric light switch for hours at a time? Yet how wondrous would it seem to someone from even a few decades ago?

Or North Korea?

Our kids choose electronic entertainment because it’s the best form of entertainment the human race has ever invented. Like all children, their choices are influenced by the needs of their stage of development.

Young children are first defined by “I do it!”. They’ve just realized there is an “I”, now they want to find out everything that “I” can do. It doesn’t matter to them if it’s the potty or Angry Birds, they want to know if “I” can do it.

As they get older “I” becomes “we”. Our children seek out friends, becoming more and more reliant on others to provide a lens through which they can view themselves. They start to look at the world and form opinions, sometimes radically different from their parents, and seek out self-expression.

We know this, because we did it.

To a child today, these so called “digital natives”, the world is seamless. There is no offline and online to them, because it’s all online. There’s just “here” and “there”.

Hang up? What does that even mean?

I live in a good neighborhood, on a good street, where we know every single person and there are plenty of other kids around that are the same ages as my kids. We can bike, we can scooter, we can play in the sandbox. And we do. Sometimes, an entire hour will pass and I’m not precisely certain where my children are. They’re walking the dog, somewhere. Or maybe in a neighbor’s backyard and I can’t hear them. This is amazing and awesome.

Maybe I live in an apartment. Maybe I work all day and it’s safer for my kids to be inside. Maybe I’m terrified of letting go and believe that if my child gets out of my sight for more than a minute the sexual predators will swoop in from out of the shadows and take my baby away to some horrible place that exists only in my mind. It hurts and it’s scary and I have to protect protect protect.

That’s not enough.

If I want my children to chose differently, to chose better than I have, I need to show them the way. I need to buy that bike I’ve procrastinated on buying so I can show them how to get to the library. I need to not Facebook every precious moment I spend with them.

I must show them the value of the “here”.

That’s real magic.

“Mommy! Daddy has lost it”

Summer, you're doing it wrong
Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone. Yay.

No, you can’t have my money

Somewhere between my childhood and adulthood it became de rigeur for everyone to ask parents for money. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was, and then I read a great piece on Slate by Jessica Grove

Somewhere, we got lost.

Somewhere, elementary school became an expression of our egos and not a place where our kids learned all 50 states.

Thanks Animaniacs!
Thanks Animaniacs!

I have 4 kids. This is almost entirely my fault– I took breaks from playing World of Warcraft, which as we all know is nerd birth control.

9 months after each break, a child is born.

Coincidence? I think not.

Each of those children is involved in one or more things where someone wants a “voluntary” donation. Here’s the current list (please forgive me for sounding like a MasterCard commercial):

  • Preschool teacher gifts – $30
  • Elementary school PTA suggested donation: $40
  • Middle School PTA suggested donation: $40
  • Kid #1 Swim group gift: $35
  • Kid #2 Swim group gift: $35
  • Kid #3 Swim group gift: $35

Total for “voluntary” contributions: priceless $215

This excludes the actual cost of these activities, as well as arbitrary fees paid for registration and supply. In other words, this is all guilt money.

via diyfather.com
via diyfather.com

Fellow parents: how did we let this happen?

I don’t really think my finance are anyone’s business, but I feel not even slightly ashamed to admit that $215 is a non-trivial amount of money. If I went out and spent $215 on, say, an awesome ScotteVest Jacket (omg 35 pockets!), I would be filling those 35 pockets with my belongings while looking for a nice dry bridge under which to live.

Yeah, well, that's just, like, you know, your opinion, man.

Then the “reminder” emails about my voluntary donations started trickling in.

We can’t have our party without your contributions!

We need to buy the Christmas gifts for the teacher/coach/lunch-lady!

Maybe I was just being a scrooge. I am already no big fan of Christmas: The Extravaganza.  

There is a whole separate rant about the culture of mandatory gifts for everyone waiting to be ranted.

I pay a portion of the salary for my kids coaches with my program fees. Why does thankfulness have to be expressed with a gift card? I want my children to be thankful the old-fashioned way, by saying “thank you”.

Maybe coloring some construction paper.

Really, though, it’s their job. No one passes the hat for me for just doing my job. When was the last time someone thought to collect for a Stay-At-Home-Mom? Why must I give a gift to someone who is doing their job?

It seems that what everyone really wants, though is to be recognized with a gift card. Nothing says “We appreciate you, <insert name>” like a $100 gift card to Target (because WalMart is for filthy poor people, right?).

Filthy poor people, and bizarre man-babies. With stripey socks. Yowza. via technologytell.com

Now I understand (thanks Jessica!).

We have to feel good about how good of a parent we are, because now parenting is verb and not just a byproduct of too much alcohol and Dave Matthews.

Can he sing? Eeeh… Not really. Was “Under The Table And Dreaming” the soundtrack for much babymaking in the 90s? Absolutely.

Is it wrong to push back? Maybe. But until we stop opening our checkbooks, we will keep handing out our money AND our time like they are worthless.