Saturday, February 4, 2012

"Consuming Kids"? The Answer is Empowering Parents to Just Say "No" and explain Why Not


Our local community college recently held a symposium on capitalism. One of the events on the agenda was a screening of the documentary “Consuming Kids,” which purports to “[Throw] desperately needed light on the practices of a relentless multi-billion dollar marketing machine that now sells kids and their parents everything from junk food and violent video games to bogus educational products and the family car. Drawing on the insights of health care professionals, children's advocates, and industry insiders, the film focuses on the explosive growth of child marketing in the wake of deregulation, showing how youth marketers have used the latest advances in psychology, anthropology, and neuroscience to transform American children into one of the most powerful and profitable consumer demographics in the world. Consuming Kids pushes back against the wholesale commercialization of childhood, raising urgent questions about the ethics of children's marketing and its impact on the health and well-being of kids.” Viewing this film was a very disturbing experience, but not for the reasons I expected. In hindsight, the charged language in the preview should have alerted me to the unbalanced slant of this film, e.g., describing consumer products companies as “relentless multi-billion dollar marketing machines,” who are responsible for the “wholesale commercialization of childhood.”  This was the tamest of the rhetoric in this film; later, an “expert” compared these companies to “pedophiles.” In short, the film blames the government for failing to protect children and consumer products and media companies for “exploiting” children, while paying almost no attention to parents’ responsibilities to make choices that align with their values and protect their young. 

First, the film blames Congress, under the Reagan administration, for deregulating television advertising, and points to this historic shift in Federal law as the source of our present consumerist culture and the increase in marketing to children. Then, it demonizes “corporate America,” claiming that consumer products and media companies are to blame for everything from the degradation of our culture’s values, to the sexualization of youth, to the present increases in children diagnosed with Bi-polar disorder, depression, ADHD, obesity, and diabetes. I am not a fan of consumerism and its influence on our culture’s values and beliefs, but consumer products and media corporations’ attempts to maximize profits are not "the evil"; it is, in fact, their duty to maximize profits for their shareholders. If they fail to do so, they are not doing their job and their shareholders, whose numbers include many of us, either directly or via our 401(k) plans, have grounds to sue them.  Moreover, these corporations have rights under the First Amendment, which deserve protection whether or not we like what they are saying to us and to our children. A legitimate question to ask is: Just because a person or corporation has First Amendment free speech rights, should they exercise them? In my opinion, many ways advertisers communicate with us and our children are shameful. That is why we do not have cable TV and I have stopped purchasing tabloid magazines (I had a guilty habit of both, but I made a choice to vote with my wallet, and it works for me and for our family). That said, I value the free flow of ideas, even those I do not like, because the more ideas that are expressed, the more and better ideas we get in the idea marketplace. However, as people (including corporations) push their individual rights, including the right to communicate in whatever way they wish to whomever they wish, their behavior contributes to the break down of our culture and our communities. When this happens, inevitably, some people ask the government to step in and play the role that community and family should be playing. But, government regulation of consumer behavior has proven ineffective Consider, for example, the price of gasoline in California. How many of us have sold our cars and are taking public transportation as a result?

What is the answer? Who can regulate this? Parents. Parents are the ones buying fast food for themselves and their families. Parents are the ones purchasing “Lunchables.” Parents are allowing their children to watch hours upon hours of TV and to play video games. Parents are the ones who break up families. Parents have tremendous power. Yet, the film minimizes the power parents have to ameliorate the situation. Instead, the “experts” assert that:  "Parents can't cope with this alone. They need help.” While I agree with this statement – we all need help raising our children – I disagree with the film’s conclusion as to what form that help should take. Where the film urges greater government intervention and regulation, I would suggest owning up to our own choices, educating ourselves about different options, and taking personal responsibility for how we raise our children. I believe it is our responsibility, as adults, to turn off the television, to say “No” to our children when they want to watch “too much” TV, or beg to watch something that may not be age appropriate, or want another toy. If they ask for a cartoon-branded item at the grocery store, we can say “No” and explain why not.  We can be empowered consumers and we can empower them. We can explain that companies use cartoons on packaging to try and convince children to want their product and to beg their parents for it, when it really is not any better than the non-branded item, and is often less healthful than the non-cartoon-branded item.  We can model self-control. We can guard against engaging in consistent, unabashed consumerism. We can resist shopping as a form of entertainment (at least during our children’s waking hours ;)). Have we forgotten that children, especially young children, learn almost everything by watching their parents?  We are their primary teachers and guides. We don't have to let them watch it. We don't have to buy it. Yes, media is very powerful. Yes, it is hard, and exhausting, to say “No” over and over again, but we can discuss this with our children. We can disappoint them. In fact, the more we disappoint them over the small stuff of childhood, the more resilient they will be when faced with the inevitable disappointments in adulthood. If you need more evidence, watch this timeless clip from The Simpsons:

The consumer is the ultimate power in the marketplace. Don't watch it!  Don’t buy it! Government regulation is not the answer. Community building, family building, and education are the real solutions. They are more difficult and require more time and effort for each of us than does handing over our responsibility to “Big Brother,” but they are the only real tools we have to resuscitate our culture and protect our children.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Rituals, Gratitude, and Peace-Making

My daughter attends a fabulous public, alternative, “Open Education” elementary school.  The second/third grade combination department, of which she is a member, is studying California Native Americans.  One of her department-mates is a member of the Tuolumne Band of Me-Wuk Indians.  http://mewuk.com/index.htm This student’s family was kind enough to bring some Me-Wuk dancers to the school to perform and share their culture with us. I attended the performance and found it to be powerful and deeply moving.  My peak emotional experience occurred during the “basket dance,” which was performed primarily by the women.  The speaker explained that the tribe would typically perform this dance in celebration when the male hunters returned to the village with “newly killed meat.” (I love that in the Me-Wuk language, there is a specific word for this concept).  The repetitive movements in the dance spoke to me of the intense gratitude the women felt toward the hunters, the animals, and the natural world for providing them and their families with life-sustaining food. 

As I watched their dance and felt the emotions of it, I reflected on how little ritualistic gratitude we have in our culture today.  I thought about the analogies in my life.  My husband gets up every morning, goes to work without complaint, and works hard all day long to earn the money that we use to buy our food.  I spend hours every week planning a our meals, procuring food, bringing it home, putting it away, cooking breakfast and dinner, and preparing and packing lunches.  I try to remember to express my gratitude to my husband for his hard work and excellence as a provider, but he is not receiving the kind of communal, cultural, deeply emotionally/spiritually connected “thank you” that this dance provided, nor do I have the opportunity to participate in a communal dance with other women to celebrate my gratitude/our shared gratitude for the work we all do to sustain our families’ lives.  Watching this performance made me wonder, not for the first time, how much of the suffering in our modern culture, which I see on people’s faces, sense in their body language and behaviors, and read about in the news each day, is the result of our loss of these deep connections with other human beings and the loss of our sense of place in this world.  It also made me grateful for the rituals in which my family does participate.  Today, we will celebrate the baptism of my nephew – an ancient and, yet, still-modern tradition that has been practiced in much the same way for nearly 2,000 years.  We attend Catholic Mass almost every Sunday, and the heart of that service – the Eucharistic celebration – is a ritualized expression of communal gratitude.  We eat dinner together as a family, at home, almost every night.  We say a prayer together, we share our meal, and each person has an opportunity to share their highs and lows of the day and to converse on whatever topics arise.  Our children have a standard after-dinner ritual of cleaning their bodies, reading and being read to, saying prayers, and snuggling before going to sleep.  I realize even more deeply now how important these rituals and routines are for our development as humans and for our mental and spiritual health.  The world is such an uncertain place.  These rituals bring security, connection to self and to others, and to something greater than self.  They bring peace. 




Wednesday, September 21, 2011

The Feeling of Knowing on a September Morning


On the way from mind to heart and back again
Knowing will often pause in my throat
And then come the tears
Of Knowing
Of Release

Once tears cleanse and prepare the way
Deep knowingness fills my being
With Oneness
With Consciousness
Settling into the bowl of my belly

The truth of it opens up space in my being for breath

Ah, I am freed from the tightly wrapped package of mind

The Mind
It wraps things beautifully, meticulously
But often its wrappings trap the truth
It makes truth too small 
And a too small truth is a lie

God-knowledge is in the breath
In the belly
In the being
It cannot be wrapped up neatly
But flows like water
Like light
Like liquid gold
Through and around
Over and in
From myself to others
And on and on

Monday, September 19, 2011

A Poem for You


There are no prerequisites for love
Nothing but being
God loves our being

Love is a grace
We do not earn it
We can do nothing to attain it
Any striving for it
after a time
merely impedes its flow

We bathe in love 
as in the air around us
We have but to breathe it in and
breathe it out 
circulating it
As we breathe it 
so we shall receive it
Effortlessly

It is an illusion that love comes from others
We all exist surrounded by it
As the ocean surrounds the islands

Run out into its abundance and play in it
As children dance and puddle stomp in the rain

If you knew
If you saw
You could open your mouth and drown in it

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

In Your Dreams......

I journal almost every day. How I am feeling, what I liked and didn't like about the previous day, what I am proud of, where I wish to improve, apologies I owe, inspirational quotes, goals for the present day, dreams I had the night before.....As the journals fill up, I place them in a locked drawer and set about filling the next journal. Some of my writing friends were sharing recently about going back to old journals and re-reading them. I had no desire to do so until a strange, reoccurring dream set me to thinking about its possible significance. Curious about what was going on in my life the last time I had the dream, I began a journey back in time, through about 18 months worth of journal writings. I never found any notes about that dream, but I found something even more interesting - a dream about my daughter from about a year ago.

At the time the dream came to me, my husband and I were on "vacation" - i.e., a weekend in Monterey without the children to attend the Annual Meeting on the California Bar Association so I could fulfill my continuing education requirement. I dreamed that my daughter (at her then present age of 6) decided that she wanted a tattoo. It all came about rather informally - a tattoo artist just happened to visit our home. I was a little distracted and non-vigilant at some point and my daughter selected an enormous parrot design that would cover her entire left leg. I could hear her crying and whimpering as the artist worked on her. I felt intense sympathy for her, but did not interfere. After a while she took a break and came to me for a hug. I could see the outlines of the design on her thigh and I was shocked at how large it was. It also was magnificently beautiful. I felt there was no going back now, so I gently encouraged her to keep going and to be brave. She went back for more. This process repeated itself several times, as she would endure the pain as long as she could, take a break, come to me for loves, and then return for more. Each time she came to me the design was more and more beautiful - glorious, but eventually she was covered in sweat from enduring the pain and decided she would rest and finish up at a later date, which I thought seemed very wise on her part. I was proud of her. Then, suddenly, I felt fear. I was worried that her dad would be angry at me for allowing her to get a tattoo, especially one that was so large. It was as if the sweet bond between she and I, and the magical spell around what we had been sharing, had been broken, and the enormity of the whole event hit me. I felt some grief over the permanent alteration of her body. I felt self-doubt over allowing her to do it and guilt because I had been distracted when it all began and I could not influence her decision in any way. My husband appeared and was upset, but did not blame me. He appeared to unhappily accept what he could not change. At that point, the dream changed and I woke up. I note in my journal that "I awoke with gratitude - gratitude that it was a dream, not reality, and gratitude for the dream as well. It is a powerful metaphor for the challenge of parenting, the dance of power within the parent-child relationship, our struggle within ourselves to parent consciously and well and with all our hearts, and the creeping insecurities and concerns about what others (even our spouses) will think about our parenting. It is also a parable to teach me about detachment with love."

I still love this dream. I had forgotten all about it, but when I read my journal, the images and emotions of the dream returned to me as if I had just awoken from it. As I reflect in that dream today, I am awed by the wisdom in it. Ironically, I would be disappointed if my daughter chose to get a tattoo, even at a more appropriate age. But, I love that I allowed her to do so in this dream. I love that I respected her personal autonomy and supported her right to make this decision for herself. I love that despite my fear and disappointment at her selection of the design, I could appreciate its beauty. I love that when she came to me for love and support, I gave it freely, unconditionally; that she would come close and venture back over and over so reminded me of the fledgling attempts at adulthood that I made throughout my teens and early twenties, until I finally spread my wings and soared into my own independent life. Perhaps that is why she chose to be tattooed with the image of a beautiful and highly intelligent bird. I hope that as she works through her real life transitions I will be able to detach with love, and love her unconditionally, as I did in my dream life.