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Generation of prostitutes

Posted: September 15, 2012 in The new generation

I heard a good joke the other day, a group of guys were hanging out at the bowling alley, and after the game one of the guys asked ‘hey fellas, who sleeps around, lies on their backs with their two legs in the air and makes money?’ A couple of guys chimed in, almost in sync, ‘That’s easy…a prostitute!’ to which most of the guys agreed, except one, He said ‘That sounds like my oldest son’. So one guy asked him what he meant by that. He said ‘My son sleeps around noon, lies on the couch on his back all day with his two legs in the air on the arm rest, and he makes easy money, he doesn’t even go out to work, he just simply asks mom and dad, ‘can I get 20 bucks?’

Now this might be a harsh analogy, but I gotta tell ya, its damn near accurate for most dad’s with kids 18 or older, even me. My son doesn’t want to work, he doesn’t want to go to school, he just wants to get high at night or day, text, play Playstation and Xbox, hang out with his friends and hit his mom up for money, eat us out of house and home, and never contribute anything to the home except attitude. Sadly, but somewhat comforting…I’m not alone.

One guy at work told me about his step son, and that he thinks his wife enables his behavior. By not telling him to go back to school, find a job or human beings aren’t meant to live in their own filth, clean your room! I would agree with my friend, he said she even comes to her son’s defense if the step dad gets on his case. she claims that her son is no longer a baby, so stop parenting him and be his friend! Well…can I tell you, that it is hard to be friends with a bum, very hard, even if he is your own flesh and blood. And by the way, since he is no longer a baby, why are you still  breast-feeding him at 20 years old?!

Dads have to make tough choices no matter how unpopular, even to the point of your kids utter hatred and disregard for your existence. For me, I am Sponge bob square dad and i don’t apologize for being disgusted with a room that smells like a cesspool, for God’s sake, this is our home! I’m not renting it, I pay a mortgage, your mom works for a mere pittance to help make ends meet, every dime we make supports our home, so when I see a bedroom that looks like if Hurricane Katrina hit it, clean clothes mixed with dirty clothes, a stench so unbearable you would swear it was manure, “I should be his friend?!” How does one befriend a person who chooses to live like that? Unkempt hair, belligerent attitude, pants so low their damn near their ankles, no respect for authority and even less for their elders, this so typifies this modern generation.

Well I told my freind what I would tell my wife…’Honey, I am his father, I can’t be his friend’, it is my job to say the things he doesn’t want to hear, its better to hear it from me than a stranger or worse yet…a cop, or magistrate, it is my job to worry that if he has no discernible skills, no education what kind of trouble he can get into, and if parents are prepared to look the other way, we are not only enabling them, we are disabling them as well. What happens to our kids if we die? Where is the room and board then? What will they have to do to survive?

Old folks have a saying that ‘sound travels slowly‘, now from a scientific perspective, it is simply not true (sound travels at approximately 770 miles per hour), but from a life lesson perspective, it is so true, because your parents or guardian, or any one looking out for you would tell you something for your own good today, and sometimes you don’t hear what they’ve said till years later, or sometimes you never hear at all, because it was too late.

I say this with out spitting in the face of GOD; I for one am not looking forward to living a long life in a world run by this generation. I grew up revering and respecting my elders, I wanted to help my mom when i was growing up, not get a hand out from her, a man should have a sense of pride, it essentially is what a man’s supposed to be. One wishes that the sins of the father shall not be re-visited upon the son but rather that they be spared the agony, that is why fathers have to be the A-holes. We have all made mistakes in our lives and we want our kids to avoid our pitfalls, so they may not want to hear this, but we ought to be on them like white on rice till the message gets thru, though at the rate this generation is going, we would sooner see the grave, than their return to civility.

As for drugs, even marijuana (the recreational drug of choice), my stance is clear, if you are doing drugs of any kind, you have to be getting it from somewhere. Which means directly you are in contact with a drug dealer, which means by extension, your unsuspecting ‘drug free family’ are inadvertently tethered to your illicit association. Which brings me to the next set of questions, since our kids don’t work, where are they getting the drug money from? Are they selling drugs to support their own habits? Are they doing sex acts for it? What are they doing with your lives?

My favorite line from enabling parents is ‘We were once young too!’ well you know what honey, don’t you think we (the parents) should be the ones to tell our kids ‘don’t take that path?!’ If I was a car thief in my youth should I encourage my kid to do the same and find out the consequences on his own? I don’t know about you, but if I am headed south, and someone headed north stops me and says, ‘hey mister, don’t go that way, the sea wall has given way and the water is rising fast, you won’t make it!’ Do I say, ‘thanks for your concern but I want to see for myself’, or do I just turn round and head north? Or maybe I am the stranger headed north, am I not supposed to warn southern bound people of impending danger? or should I just let them meet their impending doom? This is our kids we’re talking about, they might be a generation of prostitutes, but they are our prostitutes! high five for Tough love!

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Just like everyone else on earth I have needs, I need to eat, breathe, and I need to keep my wife happy, so that I can live in peace. I also have wants, I want to win the lottery, I want Halle Berry to find me desirable, but one thing I know more than anything else is that I don’t need and sure as hell don’t want to see a guy wearing his pants so low that I can see male ass cleavage (emphasis here on male, cause if a woman is revealing any kind of cleavage, I have no issues with that…absolutely none!).

Who would have thought that a hideous trend, which started in prison could have spawned and infected not just a generation, but an entire generation. There was once a color, class and creed stereo type associated with this style, now, everyone’s in on it.

Prison officials banned the wearing of belts, because inmates would make weapons with the buckle or use the strap itself to strangle someone, or commit suicide by hanging. So a guy might have gone jail, the prison issue pants might have been a little snug initially, but then as guys work out(as they often do in prison), or aren’t privy to beer and their choice of rich robust repast, they would lose weight, so without the belt and compliments of our mutual acquaintance gravity, the pants would migrate from the waistline downward.

In its infancy, mainly inner city youth of Black and Hispanic persuasion in the US, were wearing their pants like that. Now I see well to white kids, Asian even Indian kids on the band-wagon (the latter 2 very socially conservative and religious cultures). So that got me to thinking back in our respective days were we any better than the now generation.

I was born in Montreal to middle class, well-educated parents in 1965. Though I existed, I was far too young to be smitten by the hippie movement, I wasn’t a stoner in my teen years and I came up during the disco era, roller skating disco rinks, the remnants of the late 70’s bell bottom pants and platform shoes still fashionable but trending down towards the 80’s. I remember wearing Converse and Pro Keds (those multi colored canvas shoes), you would have a red pair and a blue pair for e.g. and wear left foot red, right foot blue for fun (nowadays you wear red or blue in certain areas in the US and you might lose your life for being mistaken for a Crip or Blood). Disco dancing, popping and locking, break dancing, that was the in thing. I am 46 years old and have never touched a gun, I have no criminal record, never been to jail (that goes without saying). If being dull is what I am…I like it!!

So, for those parents who are going through the agony of this fashion trend that has lingered far too long, let me offer you words of encouragement, this is hopefully a passing phase, if it isn’t, then here is a desperation tac-tic and social experiment you could try. Start texting during dinner, or at any inappropriate time like church. Learn all the slang and acronyms…, yes even the profane ones (WTF) and use it in your conversations with them, and the Pièce de résistance…, befriend the parents of  your kids best friends, and every weekend all of you go to your kids favorite hang out spots, like the mall or cinema, the arcade (where ev) dressed just like they are, pants sagging, ass cleavage clearly visible from space. That may do the trick. Then again you might like it, who knows?

And finally to our kids, if we have to see your skivvies, for heaven’s sake man, make sure they don’t have skid marks in them, or at least wear Fruit of the loom or Hanes, (have some class! )

Written by L.Patterson (smokinpro)