Or I should say help create. Because It takes 2 to tango, right? Isn’t that how the old saying goes? I could just leave this unfinished thus creating a perfect show not tell piece. But I’m going to dumb it down a few shades and let you know what I’m talking about. (Hell, if I didn’t know myself, even I wouldn’t know what I’m talking about.) The title is referring to my kids. “The Jealousy I’ve Created.” Yes but not just my kids am I jealous of, but today’s common child in America. It was my generation that fucked everything up for you. The disrespectfulness to authority figures, the outlandish and irresponsible sex, the manufactured problems, the shoot first and ask questions never mentality, oh and let us not forget the birth of the Internet. I say this to be the token old man on the porch yelling to “keep off of my grass.” Honestly I would love to be the old man doing that, but I am only 33. Why do I feel so old? Like generationally speaking, I would be label as a millennial. But I don’t like millennials. I have an old soul and everything I do is old skool. (Hell I still buy cds). My stubbornness will not allow me to conform to a lot of new age ideas and ethics of this new generation. I hate a lot of things about today, but what I really can’t stand is how easy our children has it. Gone are ass whoopings, food stamps, scolding, absentee parenting, family events that are not shared via social media outlets, and even matriarch/patriarchs of families. Replacing those are friends, likes, follows, memes, texts, and memes. I will get into this deeper but for every action is a reaction. So my action for this comes from an episode I had with my daughter.
My daughter loves the show Teen Wolf, so I tried to use Teen Wolf to motivate her into doing a special project for me. (The fact that I have to bribe these kids nowadays just to do anything, further illustrates my point.) My daughter is half Salvadorian and half Black so I am trying to further teacher about her Black ancestry. So what I did to bribe her was, bought a Teen Wolf t-shirt and told her she had to write a 1 and a half page report, on any country of her choosing in Africa. Include GDP, population, major religion, exports, etc. I showed her the prize which would be waiting for her upon completion. In my twisted head, I said to myself “Wow if this doesn’t motivate her, I dont know what will.” I gave her 2 hours to complete. (Omce again jealous, my moms would have only given me 30 mins). I went running on the stairs to Coit Tower, got back home, stretched, took a shower, and ate lunch. The 2 hours passed and she only had 1 paragraph done. (On wide ruled paper mind you.) I flipped out. “What’s taking you so long?” I asked. She sat there and just shrugged her shoulders. Angrily, I left the room.
I went back into my memory banks to think about what the parents of our generation would of done. The Baby Boomers. Granted I’m pretty sure that a lot of parents did not spank their children when I was growing up but the parents were still tougher. ( As an example, I can recall my Chinese friend Alex growing up. His mom didn’t believe in spankings, but she disciplined him like crazy. Even to the foods he ate. He once got in trouble at school and his mom made him eat the same food for a whole month. Breakfast, lunch and dinner.) Now getting back to me, I was privy to many of ass whoopings. (Belts, brushes, switches, extension cords etc you name it, i probably got spanked by it). And no I know what you’re thinking. It’s not just a Black thing. My white friends, Latino friends, my Filipino friends, my Asian friends, would all get whoopings. Back to the baby boomers, what would they have done? On top of a butt whooping, I would of had to stand in the corner, clean up the house, do any chores that a neighbor wanted me to do, had tv and dinner privileges revoked, then I would have to double the length of the project.