Fighting the Good Fight on the Home Front
Two weeks ago at my wedding reception, my youngest brother, who had turned 15 the day before, requested the Beastie Boys' “Fight For Your Right to Party.” For reasons that will become clear if I ever get around to writing about the reception, I couldn’t play the song for him, but what I did do was go onto Amazon last week and order as a belated birthday present for him the three Beastie Boys albums with the most widely recognized hits, like “Sabatoge.” My rationale was: he requested the one, maybe he’ll like or come to like the others; if he doesn’t like them, he can send them back and get something else.
I also had a pedagogical reason: the Beastie Boys are a lot more cosmopolitan than the groups my brother has requested in the past.* My brother, who at some point in the past year, upon being told that the people to which he was referring weren’t actually from Mexico, said “We call all the brown people Mexicans”; who made my OTHER brother, the one who actually taught in a ghetto for two years, cringe when he said “Word. My friends and I like to talk all ‘ghetto,’” at which point he made a hideous crossed-arm gesture which not only was culturally imperialist but also so inept it probably would have gotten him laughed off any dance floor not located in a high school cafeteria. Yeah. So I was thinking he could only be helped by a little infusion of punk, jazz, clever samples, Bodhisattva Vow and Free Tibet.
Yesterday, my mother called chattily to let me know the albums had arrived. One of them, she noted, had the song he wanted on it. (This is of course the misogynist jock rock classic License to Ill, which she’s perfectly happy to share a household with.) Also one of the others came with a Parental Advisory sticker so she’d confiscated it. At which point I went ballistic.
Actually, at first I was merely dismissive: Oh, whatever, mom, it’s no big deal, the album just has some swear words on it, I hadn’t even thought about it having an Explicit Lyrics warning on it. I guess I thought that when I explained that I was familiar with the album and could assure her that the Beastie Boys weren’t harmful and were in fact more often called “preachy,” she’d realize her mistake and relent. Instead, she went all High Horse or something, upholding the creed of Parental Advisory. Censorship is a hot button issue for me and I totally lost my shit. The conversation was heated and confused, with me raving about Tipper Gore and “have you read about the founding of the Explicit Lyrics sticker?”** and “I hate this culture of repression, this is exactly why students show up in my classroom and are total dumbasses” (yep, that’s an excellent way to argue with your mother), as well as reminding her that when they took away our Jane’s Addiction tape when I was in high school (“our,” because it was one of a dozen tapes jointly owned by me and my then-seventh-grade brother), they (read: dad) gave it back, recognizing our right to listen to stuff that, as my dad put it, “wasn’t art.” (Though actually? It was.)
For her part, she insisted on her absolute authority to control her son, asserted “they put those stickers on there for a REASON,” and alleged that I could not possibly understand this issue and was not allowed to talk to her about it (?) until I had a teenage son of my own, because apparently there’s something about giving birth THROUGH YOUR OWN VAGINA to a being with a penis that will override 12 years of higher education, an entire PhD program, and an MFA program to boot, making me totally change my mind about all my most passionately-held beliefs about culture.***
Here’s a highlight that brought adolescence (which existentially began for me at about age eight) screaming back to me. I tried to switch from the general question to the specific album at hand. I tried to say that the “explicit labels” too often were arbitrary because they didn’t control ideological content (I did not use the word ideological), but instead merely monitored swear words. I asked: “How is Little Brother going to be harmed by listening to a couple of swear words?” And I kept asking this question, trying to force her to answer, as she tried to wiggle out of answering by impugning my childlessness. But what she finally answered was: “You have to respect me. You are not allowed to ask me that. You are not allowed to ask why. You are not allowed to ask about the reasons for my decision.”
I mean: wow. That shit about “I am the Ultimate Authority and I do not have to engage you on the level of reason” did not work for me when I was eight, and it sure as hell doesn’t work when I am twenty-nine, and when we are in fact talking about my own little brother, who I want in my own way to protect and educate. I can recognize that what she “heard” in our conversation was not the passionate protest of an experienced college professor and a skilled cultural critic, but was instead the angry storming of a daughter who’s been raging at her to EXPLAIN YOUR RATIONALE for years. However: child being father of the man, the very fact that I was that eight year old asking her WHY explains a lot about how I got into the business of analysis, which you might see as raging EXPLAIN YOUR RATIONALE for a living.
It seems really sad that I’ve gained no ground in this war. I am sad/mad that my mother (still) views disagreement with her as “disrespect,” without recognizing that in refusing to allow me to try to offer her more or different information, she is very much not respecting MY education, abilities, learning, compassion. I am sad/mad that when pressed, I have to admit that I DO think that I know more about this issue (defined as the censorship of musical lyrics) than she does, have a broader and more ethically realized conception: it’s uncomfortable to come face to face with your own snobbishness about your education.
As I approach the age where I can actually remember my mother at my age, I understand a bit more what her life has been like. I’m heir to the anxiety and to feelings of being totally unable to deal, and it seems to me that the stance of Ultimate Authority might begin as a way of addressing these feelings. Wanting the children to feel protected, she assumes this crisp and definitive approach, and to have a precocious little kid demanding WHY all the time has got to totally strain the thin veneer of Keeping It Together that is so hard won. What’s less clear though is why she STILL relies on Ultimate Authority, talking down to my kid brother and alienating me.****
In less than three years, my little brother could possibly be drafted, sent off to maim and kill (be maimed or killed) in the name of the country my mother finally adopted as her own only after September 11 engaged her tender heartstrings. Preventing his access to lyrics like “put my dick in the mashed potatoes” is not going to change this, nor is it going to protect him from any of the various deaths that potentially await teenage boys when they get their licenses. Though perhaps giving him access to artists who use their swear words in Protest Songs will at least give him an inkling that he can THINK DIFFERENTLY about things than that small town party line goes, if he wants to.
As for the conversation about the Beastie Boys, my little brother had the last word. As I was talking to him after the argument with our mother, he said – in a delivery that bodes well for his sense of irony – “well, I’m off to watch a Rated R movie they bought for me.”
*Think: N’Sync and the lesser well remembered Boy Bands.
**"The RIAA initiated this system without providing record companies with any standards, criteria or guidelines for determining what albums should be labeled. That decision is left completely up to the companies, which have chosen to label only selected rock and rap albums and not recordings of country music, opera or musical comedy that may also contain controversial material." It's probably also worth pointing out that the album Kid Brother requested to replace Ill Communication with was something called Getting Away with Murder. It doesn't appear to bear a warning sticker, so I'm sure it's a wholesome, fun-loving record.
***In looking back on it, this was one of the most offensive points about what my mother said. Essentially she said, your book learning means nothing and I am not even willing to listen to you as you try to sketch some of the rationale for your position. On the other hand, one of the SILLIEST points was when I said dad always let me read whatever I wanted, and she said but did you read pornography? And I, thinking of Myra Breckinridge, said YES, and she said, but was it pornography ALL THE WAY THROUGH?
****Argumentative know-it-all that I am, I am considering treating HER like a rational adult who can possibly be persuaded to think differently, and sending her some lightly edited blog entries on censorship, in spite of the fact that I have a long-standing aversion to showing my parents anything I write, an aversion which may in fact stem from her long-standing habit of coming into my bedroom to read my journals and look for condoms.
8 Comments:
So familiar that I feel myself cringing on your behalf. Has it occurred to your mom to LISTEN to the album herself and then decide?
Oh wow. My mom was always cool about letting me listen to/read what I wanted once I hit the teen years - I think maybe it has something to do with the generation gap between when I was a teen (pre/during the rise of the PMRC) and now? I notice that my students are MUCH more sheltered (generally) than I ever was from "explicit content" sorts of things (but, as your brother notes, with the exception of movies). Which of course means that they really have a problem with evaluating things critically. NICE.
Also, I totally understand why you were offended by your mom saying the "until you have a teenage son you have no right to an opinion" thing - I've had STUDENTS try to call me out on the fact that I'm not a mother, like being a mother confers some sort of ultimate authority that mere education and intelligence does not. At least with your mom you're not actually in a professor role - it's the mother/daughter conflict stuff at work (it seems to me - I don't mean to presume) and not somebody who SHOULD respect your authority who brings out pregnancy/motherhood as some kind of get-out-of-jail-free card.
Sounds like your mom has a dozen ways to shut down a conversation that are all demeaning to you. I don't know what she would call it, but in every other arena I've been in, from the schoolyard to the counselor's sofa, it's called it bullying.
Here's some free advice if you want it:
Next time she starts pushing your buttons like that, shutting down the conversation by discrediting you, asserting her very expired authority over you, etc., the best thing to do would be to calmly tell her how you feel in the moment ("that makes me sad, angry, etc. to hear you say that") and that you are going to get off the phone with her now. Then say goodbye and hang up. Ignore all of her attempts to force you back into the argument/discussion. She may push your buttons even harder at that point to keep you from an easy exit. If this happens, don't take the bait; just say a polite goodbye and hang up. This same strategy can be used in person, and yes, she will probably try to make you feel bad/unjustified for using it, but unfortunately, the only way to handle a bully is to report on your feelings, ignore the bait, and walk away (unless you're in physical danger, in which case you skip steps one and two and just run like hell). She will probably try lots of things to keep you from being able to use that strategy, but eventually, if you remain consistent, she will have to adjust her behavior in some way.
Oh, and I don't have a teenaged son, either, but I do have professional training and experience in the area of teen and parent counseling, and I can tell you without a doubt that just being the parent of a teen gives you no credit whatsoever. It's whether and how you rise to the occasion of parenting a teenager that does or does not add to your life experience credentials.
And one more thing: this sounds like it's not really about inappropriate vs. appropriate media content so much as it is about your mother's need to feel in control. You can argue the fine points of censorship until the cows come home, but it will only strengthen her resolve, as I suspect that what is really going on here is that your mother is deeply insecure about, among other things, the fact that her little girl is so much more educated than she is.
NU: Hi! This is the thing: she said they decide on a case by case basis, but it involves not listenting, but reading the lyrics. "They make the lyrics so tiny in the booklet," she complains. "I think it's so you can't read them." :)
Dr. C.: Hola! The filtering-through-students was going on for me a lot, here. It's totally annoying, how much they seem to like it when you're a married mommy. Also, my material was pretty much NEVER censored, which is why I feel so weird that my brother's is...
Body: How're you? Yes, you've really figured out what it was about. I need to, like you, learn to step back from the situation; it's only in retrospect that I can pause and realize what's going on, at the time I got into raised voice before I meant to, you know? But you're right that the issue is CONTROL more than it is censorship.
Thanks guys... I had a nice convo with my mom today, in which we didn't mention this at all, so I think it's all reasonably good.
Oh, also the thing about her being sensitive about education: that's TOTALLY going on, it has been for as long as I remember. There were moments my mom would accuse the entire family YOU ALL THINK I'M STUPID, when we were thinking nothing of the kind, and when most of us were under the age of twelve. I understand it -- my mom didn't go to college -- but it's still hard to deal with, on both sides. It's her feeling bad about it, more than it is anyone else worrying about it, and that's the kind of thing it's really hard for anyone outside you to address, I think. But it makes it so that I've NEVER EVER pulled the "I've read more about this than you have" card, which is in itself strange, like because she feels bad the rest of us sometimes act like morons, as if to protect her sense of self.
Anyway, today her whole thing was about how she STILL isn't through menopause, which she apparently really really wants. Point being: we had a not tense conversation about something totally different.
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This sounds just painful. I blogged about this recently as my mom has told me that I "live in an ivory tower" and thus have no concept of what the real world is like. It sounds like similar issues. I hope you are able to have some kind of teflon shell about this stuff and don't take on too much. I'm impressed that you held your ground with her, as that is something I can't do at all. So, today, you arae my hero (surpassing even Sarah Vowell!). :)
Yow. It isn't fair how parents can continually push buttons like that, isn't it? I'd like to think that there's a change at some point.
Surprisingly enough, my moth has mellowed out while my dad's gone more defensive over the years about his overeducated heathen child. My mom can now deal with me asking her to explain her rationale- not that she always does, but she can at least politely say when she either a) doesn't have one, or b) doesn't feel like sharing it. My dad gets quite defensive, and accuses me of "needing to tone it down" which basically translates to "women, specifically my own daughter, shouldn't disagree with me; they especially shouldn't try to use facts to prove me wrong." My boy has been reduced to helpless silent laughter in the adjoining room listening to us have politely strained conversations dancing around this topic.
It's rough trying to have a reason/fact based conversation with people who aren't interested in approaching the subject from that angle. Since you're analytically trained, your mom knows she doesn't have a chance arguing that route, so she goes straight for the emotional power/guilt approach. Maybe she and my dad have been talking? He doesn't see scientific/analytical reasoning as half so relevant as an emotional/faith/guilt prodding. Very frustrating. I know it's insecurity-based, but that doesn't make it any easier.
Since I'm completely rambling: I've definitely noticed the increase parental censorship. There was a big fuss when my well-known TechSchool started changing the way they treat their undergrads- moving into an in loco parentis role, largely due to pressure from parents. Of course, these parents are all aging baby boomers- they don't want their kids to get up to anything like what they might have done. There's a whole line of reasoning on their kids, the so-called Millenials, who are over-programmed, over-protected, and thus quite effectively made dependent and helpless. I find it extremely icky to think of doing that sort of thing to a kid, and can't imagine that having a kid of my own would change this. In fact, the people whom I know and respect who have had children haven't changed their beliefs or behaviors one whit- I suspect any theory about kids changing your philosophy is just wishful thinking.
Also: good job with helping with the musical selection. Keep an eye on him while he's moderately pliable, and feed him more as he needs it.
It seems like when you reach high school/college age (depends on the kid) you should be handed a packet of accumulated interesting cultural artifacts so you don't have to rely on friends or helpful older siblings to show you where they all are.I wa recently amused to run into an adorably enthusiastic college freshman who was burbling over with his discovery of the most fantastic things ever... They Might Be Giants and Monty Python. Just think of the effort saved to this poor nerd if someone had handed him the kit at an earlier age.
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