Showing posts with label rebellious youth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rebellious youth. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 8, 2020

Human Nature


It is easy for us old farts to bemoan the condition of today’s youth. It is just as easy for us to be wrong.

The image is a soft slug glued to a monitor with a controller in hand playing games. Wanting “safe spaces”. True to an extent.

Have you ever watched closely skateboarders?  BMX bicycle riders? Despite helicopter parents and swathing in protective layers, these kids, of both sexes, are out there risk taking.

We probably will never see again as big a “Hot rod” scene as we remember, partly because more modern cars are harder to work on and far more costly.  Still, you see import “tuner” cars on the streets. If nothing else, these kids know how to  retrofit a loud muffler.

There may be less sandlot baseball, but there is a lot of organized soccer and volleyball. Football is still played.

Risk taking seems to be part of human nature and no amount of feminism, social justice whimpers, and forced socialization will kill it.

What I see, and respect, are the young people fighting for their own identity and values. Long may they prevail.

Thursday, June 16, 2016

Younger Generation

Once again WSF goes philosophical and, as usual, makes a half baked observation. You have been warned.

Yesterday was in the nineties (Yes, a pleasant day in Texas). While stopped at a traffic light couldn’t help but notice two young men in a car next to me. Heavily tattooed, wife beater shirts, cigarettes, and loud blaring rap from their stereo made them hard to ignore. In nearly every stereotype way, they were proclaiming to the world they are baaaad asses.

It made me happy to see them. In today’s world of effeminate young males, it was refreshing to see masculine males. Maybe they are just posers. Even so, they have the guts to pose, and face possible consequences for projecting an image many find offensive.

In my youth we rolled a cigarette pack in the sleeve of our T shirt, street raced, and got into bar fights. On occasion, real bad asses showed us we weren’t. Scars were a badge of honor, especially scared knuckles. A broken nose was a common sight. Young women were attracted to bad boys, to men who they could count on to protect them.  Today?

Even rap is becoming “pop” says my son who is an expert on heavy metal (one of his blogs is on my side bar).

People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf.   George Orwell

Where are the rough men going to come from in our current cultural emasculation of boys?


Bless the rebellious youth. May we have more of them.