26 February, 2006

Where'd You Get That Idea?

When I was a kid my mom subscribed to Good Housekeeping. I didn't realise until this evening how much the articles I read all those years ago influenced my thinking.

I was 9 years old when Jean Harris shot Dr. Herman Tarnower. Since the case involved money, drugs, sex and death it was natural fodder for a magazine. It seemed to me--very young at the time--as though that was all anyone ever thought about. Stories about the murder were in almost every issue. The issues that didn't feature Scarsdale Murder coverage carried letters to the editor about the Tarnower coverage in the previous month.

I was a little girl in a fairly homogeneous community. We were white middle-class midwesterners who went about our business. There was nothing like the Scarsdale murder in our boring town (at least not for a few years, anyway. More on the Osbornes another time.) My love for stories compelled me to cannibalize all the details as printed in the Ladies' Magazine.

Except that I was a little kid.

I came away with definite ideas about men, drugs, women and murder. In short, don't date anyone cruel, arrogant, dismissive or unfaithful. Don't take any drug unless you know what it is and what it is supposed to do. Don't get a fancy job (such as the headmistress of a school) because it can only lead to trouble. Sometimes there are people that flat out just need killin'.

I had learned all these things from the Good Housekeeping coverage of the Scarsdale case, and over the years forgotten where I had learned them. But I kept them in storage as part of my worldview. Some of them are good ideas, some of them are not such good ideas (like the "killing people"one, for instance). Which leads to my main question about myself.

I was allowed to read anything I wanted. I read so much that I think my parents were probably powerless to keep up with me. I read my first murder mystery (Agatha Christie's And Then There Were None) when I was 7. I've never given it much thought one way or the other. It's just what I do. I read.

But now I'm beginning to wonder. If I have a child of my own, will I let that child enjoy the same unfettered reading style that I had? I mean, is it really good for a ten year old girl to have such negative imprinting? It freaked me out today as I watched that HBO movie and realised that my lifelong insistance that I know everything about EVERY MEDICATION I TAKE stems from a few magazine articles I read as a child. It further freaked me out that I realised I had long ago made a negative mental correlation between having a career (as Jean Harris did) and being abused by a man (as Jean Harris was). Is this a good thing? I don't know. I know that everyone gets their ideas from somewhere, and I know that I was an unusual child. Heck. I'm still an unusual child.

I think I'm still Pro Information. I'm just pretty gobsmacked by what my kid mind did with adult information all those years ago.

4 Comments:

At 4:56 PM, February 26, 2006, Blogger friedApplePie said...

I think if I ever had a kid I'd let him or her read/watch/play whatever. You can't really control that anyway, whatever your rules are. I would also hope though, that I would have a good enough relationship with the kid that we'd talk about most of the media that he or she consumed, even if I couldn't keep up fast enough to get first hand experience with it. Who knows how I'd manage that, though.

 
At 6:48 PM, February 26, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said...

As the mom of two pre-teens I confess that they get to read just about anything they want.  At the same time I make sure there is plenty of age appropriate reading material "just laying around the house."  Given the choice on the coffee table between a Discovery Kids mag and Good Housekeeping I'm pretty confident they'll pick up that Discovery Kids 99 times out of 100.

I really don't think the reading material--even the adult stuff--can even begin to compare with the twisted possibilities of the tv.   Our tv has a code and they only get 3 hours each on the weekends! 

Right now my 12 year old is reading what I most certainly her first book that has some sexual content (content appropriate for teenager in the 14+ range) and I admit I'm struggling with myself about letting her read it.  But if I tell her she can't, doesn't it make it that much more enticing and that much more likely she won't come discuss some of it with me?

If she's going get that stuff from somewhere can you think of a better place?  At least if she's reading it she has to bite it off in chunks and chew it before she swallows.  When you get it from tv/movies it slides right in and can become a part of your personal lexicon without any thought at all.

-susan

 
At 3:17 PM, February 27, 2006, Blogger Kat Coble said...

I'm still thinking I'm going to be a very libertarian parent about my kids' reading. I think, after my growing up years that it'd be pretty hypocritical not to.

I guess I just have those moments of quavering where I'm just not quite sure. It's all academic anyway, at this point since neither my Bernese Mt. Dog nor my American Eskimo dog have shown much interest in literature thus far.

 
At 8:24 PM, February 27, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said...

"I guess I just have those moments of quavering where I'm just not quite sure."

Well dear, that would be the quintessential state of parenthood: quavering.  You just do your best and pray daily that your not screwing them up too badly.  It helps if you forge ahead while appearing confident; I'll let you know in another decade if it works...
 
-susan

 

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