Well since you mention it you guess wrong in my case Joe.My guess is that those blaming the parents have no children.
Some children go wrong, other children, from the same family, are fine. There seems to be no particular reason why this should be so. It's obvs a mixture of genetics and environment, but children with the same parents, growing up in the same home, can and do turn out very differently.
Ah, the good old days. My mother used to go on about how wonderful everything was back when she was a girl, interspersed with anecdotes about the bloke down the road who was in and out prison for knocking his wife about, or the children across the road who weren't able to go to school because their parents couldn't afford to buy shoes for them.
Even the language has changed, when did all children become ‘kids’ which itself has gained a perjorative tone.
My mother started primary school in 1933. She remembered very large class sizes and the black board on a trestle pulled out into the room. One boy in the class who was malicious and would assault both boys and girls. She also remembered another boy who was the class joker and in disrupting discipline, drew negative attention from the teacher. One day his mother turned up and walked straight into the classroom to take on the teacher, pursuing her round the blackboard while the children laughed at the slap stick ‘violence’ in front of them.
Fast forward to the War and the same boy was late returning to his regiment after leave- spending time with his girlfriend to whom he had proposed. On the train back south he climbed onto the roof to avoid his documents being checked and was killed when the train entered a tunnel. My mother told me this story three quarters of a century after the events and at the end of her own life- the story was incredibly vivid in the telling and has remained with me, particularly the distinction in character she made between the two boys.
Two of my classmates had very different futures; one became a policeman, who ended up arresting the other one who had become a burglar
Charles Darwin has a lot to answer for.In a way, the burglar route was the natural one for him; he was too short to join the police, and small enough to get through even the smallest window.
Did he have a penchant for stripey jumpers?In a way, the burglar route was the natural one for him; he was too short to join the police, and small enough to get through even the smallest window.
Right, that’s social stereotyping. At least I was arguing from a genotypic determinist perspective.Did he have a penchant for stripey jumpers?
Didn't the Nazis go for this in a big way?In the 19th century the Italian physiologist Cesare Lombroso made quite a name for himself by describing "the criminal type" on the basis of things like skull shape, nose, distance between the eyes, height of forehead, etc.
That’s why they started wearing stockings over their heads.In the 19th century the Italian physiologist Cesare Lombroso made quite a name for himself by describing "the criminal type" on the basis of things like skull shape, nose, distance between the eyes, height of forehead, etc.
You are either not a parent or extremely fortunate, but either way you might want to climb down off that high horse.Honestly, that sounds like a shit parenting issue, not a kid issue.
Honestly, that sounds like a shit parenting issue, not a kid issue.