My Parents Didn’t Hit Me and I Turned Out Okay

I’m not going to get into the long-winded arguments I’ve gotten into in the past but as the Adrian Peterson incident has brought corporal punishment back to the surface of culture, it is challenging for me to listen to the current (continued) debate on corporal punishment. Because all of these people who call it “necessary” just seem so clearly misguided and out-of-touch with the reality of our current understanding of psychology and parenting.

Entire nations have banned the practice of corporal punishment - ENTIRE NATIONS - and they have not fallen into despair. These nations are no more narcissistic or spoiled than any other, and in many ways, some are much less so. These nations don’t cling to the “me, me, me” individualism that America does, the very notion that fuels the idea that “no one will tell me how I can raise my kids.” They value the belief of collectivism and the notion that sometimes we must consider what is best for the larger population.

I will not engage in anymore debates on whether hitting a child with an open hand is “child abuse” because that debate is futile. You’re debating a term that is culturally-dependent. 60-years-ago, a parent could do things to a child that would certainly be considered abusive today; and adding another 100 years to that, we get to a time when we used children in dangerous manual labor. So to argue “abuse” falls into a pit of semantics when we can otherwise ask this: is spanking a child necessary and helpful to their development? The large majority of data points to no.

Myself and friends that I know just like me were not hit as children and we cannot fathom how anyone sees this as a necessary part of child development. We were not necessarily easy children, we were not outliers, but our parents put in a lot of hard work. They didn’t take an easy out and used other methods of redirecting our behavior and teaching us how to act. I refuse to humor another person telling me why it’s important to strike a child and how crime/bad manners/poor work ethic can be traced to a lack of corporal punishment. Because no matter how many of these bullshit conflations I hear from people, I always end up thinking to myself, “Really? Because my parents didn’t hit me and I turned out okay.

Yesterday was Schlafly’s 16th Annual HOP in the City and it was a great day for it! We started the day off by having our friend Heather over for brunch, with Amy making her famous French Toast Casserole. Then, at Noon, we headed over to spend a few hours sample the awesome variety of beers at HOP in the City.

Schalfly had a lot of delicious offerings this year, including their festival Berliner Weiße, but one of the most interesting beers at the festival wasn’t a Schlafly beer at all: it was a brew from Hoppiness Farms, poured from a clear tank full of fresh hops. Really interesting.

The festival went until 5 but we cut out around 4, deciding to play it responsibly and not over do it. Such a great time, as always.