hey pretty

Ceci n'est pas une "dating blog."

Friday, July 27, 2007

Parents: Still Not Always Right

I can still remember what a shock it was when finally freed from my ultra-protective parents and away at college, I realized that they were in fact, not always right about everything. I can't recall what event or discovery catalyzed said revelation, but I do remember feeling like my very being had been shaken to the core. Things were never quite the same between me and them after that. Those of you who discovered the concept of rebellion earlier in life probably think that I sound absurd. But hey, I was raised in a very insular environment by two people who I trusted because I wasn't presented with another option, and because neither of them had ever done anything (that I knew of) to make me believe otherwise. Not having siblings probably factored highly into that equation as well. Going away to college exposed me to a slew of new experiences and characters whose backgrounds varied from mine. Eventually, my way of thinking got a little, okay, a lot, more independent.

Since then I have grown to find small doses of delight in situations that reveal the limits of my parents' knowledge. Of course they're both highly intelligent, well-read individuals, but ultimately they are not immune to the amusing hysterias that our information-age often produces. Case in point: Earlier today, my mother forwarded me an email supposedly originating from John's Hopkins University warning us that we shouldn't put bottles of water in the freezer or microwave plastic because of some chemical reaction that will most certainly give us cancer. This information immediately struck me as suspect. Given the fact that millions of people eat foods that have been microwaved under plastic, it seemed unlikely that this could be true. I mean, surely the food scientists at Lean Cuisine have tested out the containers their food comes in to make sure it won't give us life threatening illnesses when it's heated for a few minutes. Do they think we don't care if we get cancer as long as we're skinny? And surely the geniuses at Rubbermaid do a little investigative testing when they invent their products to screen for the issue as well. I mean, that kind of sounds like a class action lawsuit waiting to happen, dontcha think?

Mom however (God bless her), has never quite embraced microwave technology. She's not convinced it's a process that will enhance her life in any way, and she's paranoid that people who regularly employ it will eventually develop third eyes. So I suppose it's not surprising that she felt compelled to forward that particular electronic missive on to me. My initial response expressed my skepticism towards the whole notion, but didn't discount it altogether. Since I'm not a scientist (nor do I play one on this blog) I don't feel confident knocking down theories supposedly originated by the esteemed scientific minds at JHU. But then I remembered snopes.com and felt inclined to do some quick research.

Just as I suspected, the email was a complete and total hoax. I sent mom the url, feeling a bratty pang of satisfaction. No response just yet. I'm sure she's miffed that I put the kibosh on her mission in life to become the Erin Brokovitch of microwave technology.

Labels: , , , ,


Anonymous Mental Dribble said...

I had a slightly diffrent upbringing and had parents and care givers who quite obviously were not right all the time. This along with other things created a deeply routed sense of indepedance.

Nowadays when I speak to my father or step mother I am often blown away by their sense of reality and opinions on some things / issues. I often get into arguments / debates with them and it just blows my mind how fundamentally diffrent we see things. One day, I'll probably have the same issues with my kids...

12:06 AM  
Blogger Lickety Split said...


I had a similar upbringing by tremendously overbearing and insulating parents of the ethnic-just-off-the-boat variety.

Not having any competing philosophy easily available to me, I pretty much figured that life according to "Them" would play out and I would be somehow prepared and better off for it.

I can tell you the very moment I realized that they and my grandmother had pretty much brainwashed me about the world. An older woman (with ulterior motives, but that's another story)asked me point blank if I was going to marry a (insert ethnic group here) woman to please myself or my parents.

All I can say is that everything I thought was true....was, in fact, not. It shook me to my core and put me into emotional hell for years. All of a sudden I had TONS to tell the therapist.

Yes, my parents are buffoons when it comes to technology and your story tickles a certain funny bone in me too but all I'm really trying to say HP is that I hear you. Loud and Clear. You have my support. Now if I could only convince the wife that the babysitter DOESN'T think we're cool.

7:32 PM  

Post a Comment

<< Home