Hell. Do I mean that literally or figuratively? Most likely figuratively. Everyday I see pictures of this figurative hell. It’s the smiling face of the grey and balding father, bent down sharing a totally
planned and choreographed “joy filled” moment with his progeny. Selfies….with little Colyn. The two hours at the park were blocked out on Google calendar. They made the most of them.
This table from the Atlantic article How to Save Marriage in America set me thinking on this. The HIP marriage. High Investment Parenting. It is everything it shouldn’t be.
In the pages of the another periodical, linked from the Atlantic article you find an article about how those in egalitarian marriages are happier but have lower frequency sex lives. And why.
In the same periodical, interestingly, I found this article eschewing The Overprotected Kid.
Finally, a quick Google will get you all you need to know about the only actual bonafide statistical connection between anything causal, and the incidence of autism. The ages of the mother and/or father at conception¹. Today, go to a park near your home and see how many people heeded those warnings.
Life now depends on cognitive dissonance. This may be simply because we have too stinkin’ much information.
The point of the piece on saving marriage was that these HIP style unions were lasting longer. Christians have jumped headfirst into this as much as anyone. The evidence is all across the blogosphere, even the manosphere.
People don’t change much. We’ve been handed, for a generation, the keys to our societies. And nothing ever seems good enough. A little bit of something being good means full bore sold out must be better. I heard a study spoken of on radio the other day showing a new empirical link between running more than 25 miles per week and likelihood of early death. A little jogging is good. Therefore running 10 miles a day Monday – Friday and 50 miles on weekends, better. Not so much.
So much more so with parenting. In The Over Protected Kid the writer cites some statistics that show no marked increase in various risks to children from doing things that, today, could result in having your child taken away. It also shows that, for example, the rubberization of play grounds has resulted in no decrease in frequency or severity of playground injuries. Try selling these facts to millennial moms and dads at the next elementary school function. Eyes will look like glazed donuts.
My version of this figurative hell has people stuck in ever escalating efforts to perfect things that are not perfectible. The difference is, in this figurative hell they KNOW they cannot perfect the things yet are compelled to keep trying. They live an exercise in futility. You know the expression “hell on earth”. Looks like we found a HIP way to get there.
“Empath, you don’t have any answers. You just sit and take pot shots at people trying to do the best they can with the information they have available.”
Exactly correct. I do not have any answers. I manage my ignorance*. I manage it by not wearing myself out asking questions, the answers to which would force me to accept contradictions by rote in an effort to make me feel that I am expending an appropriate amount of effort seeking them.
There is no saving of marriage in tables and lists. There is no true protection of children in padding and rules and activities.
*Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ
2 Cor 10:5
¹Now they are even running with blaming men for the age correlation to autism. No surpirse that a Scandinavian study disputes its mom’s fault, its actually old dads causing the problem.