leave your inhibitions at the door
I can’t believe that there’s still a lot of handwringing going on about how kids are playing too many video games. Think about it, people have been talking about that since Pong.
Yet, since then we’ve somehow managed to not only survive as a society, but actually flourish. Sure, games these days are often filled with sex, violence, and foul language. And yes, kids aren’t getting enough exercise because they sit around the couch all day. And many gamers are definitely lacking in social skills.
My kids love them to the point where they are pretty much certified nerds. And I’m ok with it.
Why? Because I’ve seen other kids at their school starting to smoke pot and going crazy over the opposite sex. So I’ll gladly take my kids hanging out at home playing games on a computer, safely tucked away from all those raging hormones.
Their favorite game is Minecraft, where players travel through their own little universe either alone or linked together with other players.
In this virtual world, they create buildings, landscapes, and all kinds of other things with building blocks made of a number of different materials like dirt, stone, wood, grass, etc. It’s kinda like Legos. Actually, it’s better than Legos because it doesn’t hurt to step on a virtual world with bare feet in the middle of the night.
What’s even nerdier are the different YouTube channels around Minecraft. My kids have spent hours watching videos of people playing the game. Yes, you read that right – they sit around watching videos of guys not really doing any physical activity. I’ve tried watching the videos, but fall asleep in less than a minute.
But, again, my kids being nerds > my kids being sluts. Any day.
Some of these YouTube guys even record songs and create music videos that are parodies of other well-known songs. My kids know all of them by heart and it’s been a great way to introduce them to music from the past. The problem is that not all of the songs are good. Some are bad. VERY bad.
About a week or two ago, one of my girls was singing one of the absolute worst songs of all time – Melissa Manchester’s “Don’t Cry Out Loud.” I know it’s a little dated and I should give the song a little more credit because it was a product of the times.
Nope. Empirically speaking, this song sucks.
Yet, somehow, they managed to make a video that takes me to further depths of misery.
I hate clowns.