These are the most awesomely adorable photographs of a little girl and her English Bulldog playmate. I swear I have worn that dog’s expression the last time I played tea party, too. 🙂 An easy smile for your Friday. Enjoy!
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:
Growing up watching TV didn’t seem to make us any dumber (unless it did, and we’re too dumb to notice it);
iPads aren’t the obesity-carrying mind control devices we’d really like them to be;
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!
Teenagers today don’t have a lot of unstructured time: sports and activities dominate and require parents to at least passively participate
Teenagers have always looked for ways to spend time with their friends without their parents looking over their shoulders
The point of being a teenager is to do stupid embarrassing things and hopefully live long enough to be embarrassed
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.
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.
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.
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.
Siri, make me a sandwich
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 have always been pretty anti-birthday in general, under the pretense of trying to be low maintenance. I am beginning to believe that is one of the lies I tell myself though– I am actually a High Maintenance Male (HMM). Perhaps I should give in to my inner princess and insist on massive birthday festivities.
Do you think it’s more virtuous to strive for modesty or to honestly embrace one’s inner self?