FYI, children are people, with real, complex emotions, experiences, and lives.
They’re not little pre-humans whose feelings are just playing pretend until they reach adulthood and experience ‘real’ things.
Their lives are not pre-lives that should follow some script of…
Do people who hate kids think the kids in their lives don’t realize they’re hated? They do know.
#this is why i have a major problem with the culture of child hatred on this websitechildren are not ‘disgusting’ or ‘gross’ they’re people who’re learning and it’s hard enough as it is without your shitty inputrant whine groan
Yes, and they’re not terrible for having immature emotions.
Q is ‘ungrateful’ ‘spoiled’ ‘a twat’ (yes, someone on tumblr actually said that) ‘too old to be carrying puppy purses’ ‘oblivious’ and more.
Have you ever heard that language applied to a child? Have you? Ungrateful for being lauded for her hard work? She should be grateful for people recognizing her hard work? Is that language you hear applied to children? Ever?
Let her a kid, man. Jesus, please, let people let her be a kid. She’s 9. Same thing happened to Willow Smith. Same thing happens to little black girls everywhere.
Let her be a child. please.
See also: reasons why i hate award season. everybody got something to say.
people talk about how pageants are child abuse bc of how the parents get so into it that it’s scary but i’m just like have you ever seen sports parents? they’re just as bad, if not fucking worse and most of the time even when the kid says “fuck this i hate sports” the parents make them do it for the sake of “health” and no one fucking stops them bc fitness omg it’s soooo important even at the sake of mental health!~ whereas if a pageant kid went to a school counselor or w/e and said my parents won’t let me stop, shit would actually go down.
point is: anything you force yr kids to do without caring what they think (this includes normal schooling btw) can be child abuse, not just pageants.
The double standard comes from femmephobia, methinks.
apparently my frikcking seven year old cousin made a club at school called the “no friends club” and basically everyone who doesnt have friends sits together at lunch holy shit hes going to be the next leader of the free world
But that cancels out the name of the club …
colurz-lockidmidlearth replied to your post: I do not approve of this tumblr update. It’s ugly…it’s upsetting. I like having several tabs open with the posts I want to reblog, because it allows me to see them all one last time before I reblog everything. It also means I can get to the end of my dash before I reblog anything, so that I can see the various iterations of a post before choosing which one to put on my blog.‘k, I got it! And I think it’s actually pretty well thought off, even though I only tested it once. What’s the problem?
Now I can’t do that anymore. Everything is instantaneous. I don’t like it. It’s… distressing. And I know I’ll probably get used to it, because we get used to everything, but I don’t like it and I don’t want to get used to it because it upsets me a lot and I don’t like it.
If you think I sound like a child throwing a tantrum, you are entirely right and I don’t care because I REALLY DON’T LIKE THIS AT ALL
I actually understand all this very well and relate to a good part of it (Plus I don’t believe in tantrums, I think children have strongs emotions and are just expressing as strongly as they come, and should be took more seriously)
you know what’s dumb
the concept of treating adolescents like children throughout the entirety of their teenage years and then at around age 17 pulling a complete 180 and expecting them to decide within the next couple years what they want to do with the rest of their lives
Yes Yes Yes
Because God is all about punishing parents through their children.</sarcasm>
Can you imagine what a blow it would take on someone’s self-esteem to be regarded as a punishment to your parents? Seriously, if God is like that (and if he exists), is he someone worth respecting?
I was regarded as a punishment to my parents. I believed I was.
I’m so sorry for you, this is… Urgh!!
When I was in preschool there was this really weird system of time-out where they’d put you in this giant plastic bucket sort of like this one:
And the rule was you couldn’t leave the bucket for ten minutes.
In case you didn’t know, I was what the teachers referred to as a “difficult child” which is code for “walking entity of sass” so I was in the time-out bucket quite a bit.
Once they put me in the bucket for thirty minutes— and I thought that was incredibly unfair so I grabbed the handles and shifted my body repeatedly until the bucket and I were out of the classroom, in the hallway, and through the front door. They found me in the parking lot scooting to freedom in the time-out bucket. The teachers were furious and I said, “Hey, I never left the bucket”
So they called my mum and told her what I did and she just said, “Well, he never left the bucket.”
I haven’t laughed so hard in ages
THIS WILL ALWAYS BE MY FAVORITE POST
TONIGHT, MY BUCKET, WE RIDE TO FREEDOM!
FOR NARNIA! AND FOR ASLAN!
WE RIDE AT DAWN
Picture is a little kid, probably boy, with wings but his parents are looking him and the Dad is cutting his wings with very big scissors
parents have an immense level of unrestrained power over future generations. i hope this disturbs people everywhere.
this hit way too hard.
Im like crying
this is so simple but so complicated and so true