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I'm in the midst of reading this great article in the Atlantic about parenting. (Longer post tomorrow.)
7 thoughts on “How to Make Your Kid Crazy”
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Leave saving the world to the men? I don't think so.
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I'm in the midst of reading this great article in the Atlantic about parenting. (Longer post tomorrow.)
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If your kid grows up able to afford years of therapy, you did something right.
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Haha yes, though if you notice Lori Gottlieb mentioned actually the parents were paying for therapy for many of these kids.
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Whatever you do, it’s still all bad and all your fault. First rule of parenting, no?
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Only about halfway in, but I think it would be much more interesting to talk about who the author means by “our” and “we” than about almost anything else in the article.
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Here’s a quote from a poster named Aaron from the Joanne Jacobs thread on this article:
“Here’s an alternative theory: A generation ago, or two generations ago, the same patients would be presenting with the same complaints, and the therapist would identify patterns from their childhood that were supposedly the root of those complaints. “Your mother was cold and distant, and nothing you did was ever good enough, so now you seek praise from others in order to ratify your self-worth.” Now that same patient says, “My mother was warm and supportive” so the explanation is “Your mother created in you a form of narcissism that leaves you believing that nothing you do is good enough unless you receive praise, so you now seek praise from others in order to ratify your self-worth.” Perhaps the problem isn’t with the parent, but lies instead with the theory that the parental relationship is the root of the client’s problems.”
There’s a Jewish joke about this (there’s a Jewish joke about EVERYTHING).
“Three Jewish mothers are sitting on a bench in Brent Cross shopping centre talking about (what else?) how much their sons love them.
Sadie says “You know the Chagall painting hanging in my living room? My son, Arnold, bought that for me for my 75th birthday. What a good boy he is and how much he loves his mother.”
“Minnie says,”You call that love? You know the Mercedes I just got for Mother’s Day? That’s from my son Bernie. What a doll.”
“Shirley says “That’s nothing. You know my son Stanley? He’s in analysis with a psychoanalyst in Harley Street. Five session a week. And what does he talk about? Me.””
http://www.urbantraditional.com/urban/jokes.php
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That article is several hundred words on just the first page. I just signed up for Twitter so my attention span isn’t up to it.
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Isn’t this the Poor Little Rich Girl syndrome writ large? A consequence of mass affluence? Until very recently, most people were too busy to worry about their children’s inner life. Families were larger before birth control. It wasn’t possible to become deeply intertwined with your six children while running a farm.
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