Thursday, April 25, 2013

What is TV Teaching Our Kids?

The girls I watch were sick a while back. Which meant I worked all day, which also meant the TV was on a lot. They watched kids shows, but the commercials are not so good for kids. First, they are either selling the kids something (almost everything these girls eat, I see commercials for everyday. Coincidence...I think not....) or influencing the kids in some way. One commercial was just for a shampoo and of course it made the woman seem like shampooing her hair was a sexual experience. John and I went to the store and we like to look at the "As seen on Tv" isle for fun. I knew that the girls had a lot of things that they had seen on commercials, but never realized just how much of their stuff was off of things they had seen on TV.

It's crazy but also sad isn't it? How much something like that influences our lives. We watch TV shows on the computer and have our favorite shows that we like to watch, but the nice thing is that we don't have the commercials. Now, not saying that watching TV without commercials is good, but it is crazy how propaganda works like that isn't it. Or what they hide in shows to make it seem okay.

What things are you watching that you know or get the feeling are influencing your home?

In an end, here is a poem I heard told by Teri Brady at a seminar. I am not sure of the author, but it is a great poem. Check it out.


         A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on.

     As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger...he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.

     If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game . He made me laugh, and he      made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn't seem to mind.

     Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet.  (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)

     Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home... not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our longtime visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and  my mother blush.

     My Dad didn't permit the liberal use of alcohol. But the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (much too freely) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing.

     I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked... and NEVER asked to leave.

     More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents' den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures. His name?....
     We just call him, "TV."
     He has a younger sister now. We call her "Computer."