
One of the arguments I’ve seen again and again regarding the current debate over violent video games (and all media really) has been that parents are to blame. Parents, who are the gatekeepers of culture and morality for their children, should be paying more attention to what their kids are doing. They should be doling out games, movies, comic books, and albums based on whether or not their child can handle the mature themes within. Then, conversation! It’s what parents do right?
Before I get to shouting, I want to say that in a perfect world I fully agree with this. My parents were harsh arbitrators of content while I was growing up, going so far as to have lengthy discussions following particularly intense episodes of Step by Step or Full House (remember when DJ developed an eating disorder? Crazy shit!). Growing up I only played Doom once, when my father snuck home a set of 10 3 ½’ disks and forswore me to secrecy, threatening the removal of all things electronic should my mother discover. By the time I was 16, I had only seen one episode of Tales from the Crypt, had only just recently had Image comics cleared for consumption, and had lost more than one White Zombie CD to my father’s overzealous ears.
I firmly believe that my ability to rationally approach media has a lot to do with their controlling grasp.
That said, my parents were really fucking good parents. The vast majority of parents are not as good as they were. I got lucky as hell to have two loving, attentive, and patient individuals who didn’t leave my hyperactive ass to die on a cold hill somewhere. They went above and beyond in doing their job. As a public high school teacher, I often see the opposite of this.
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