RE: I felt a flow in a reply on X today and I thought I'd share it here...
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"They don't realize that person was named Mom, or Dad and didn't actually properly teach them about reality because they sheltered them in little fantasy land safe spaces."
Homeschooling was difficult. I figgered the job of a father was to make sure sons could safely handle dangerous tools, so I undertook to do so. My instinct was to keep my little snowflakes as far from dangerous things as possible, so this created an internal conflict in me of considerable impact. It wasn't so much math and grammar that was valuable to men, although it mattered and was tended to, it was easy on my mind having them pull tape on drywall jobs or write reports on self-selected topics of interest. It was things like chainsaws, heavy equipment, cars, and firearms that stretched my courage when deciding at what point I could trust my kids to use those tools without hovering and being ready to intervene should they err in judgment.
Creating trust turned out to be a comprehensive matter. They demonstrated good judgement, or the lack of it, in every aspect of their lives, from how they tended to chickens to how they handled money, and there was a turning point about 8-10 for each of them in which I could be assured they would apply what they learned without fail. Before that I could steal their money when they left it laying around. After that they kept their cards close to their chest. Before that they would borrow my tools to repair their cars, or pull them out of gullies they'd crashed them in. After that they only had to do maintenance and replace stuff that failed because it was worn out. That's when I trusted their judgment to use chainsaws and firearms without supervision.
Puberty isn't just when hair sprouts in weird places. Behavioural changes are far more significant than the physical changes we undergo then, and the millennia of war that acted as a gate only the competent passed through on the way to managing homesteads seems to have created a sort of 'ready or not here I am' application of judgment to life thereafter. If you haven't taught good judgment by then, you won't.
That good judgment and the natural application of it was the core of my curriculum homeschooling my kids, and I learned more than they did from it, honestly. Nothing will lay bare your own faults than trying to teach others how to do things flawlessly. It was a harrowing process, amongst the most difficult mental challenges I have undertaken, because it was so meaningful and I was so inadequate to the task. My sons tell me that I was not inadequate every day they live their lives admirably, and they are such good men my flaws mattered little to them, because they didn't have them.
As the world descends ever further into the madness of safe spaces and muh pronouns, I note my sons do not, instead becoming ever more admired by their peers through demonstrating the inutility of such things and what men should be in a predatory world. Those taught to demand pronoun use by others aren't actually in a safe world. They've just been taught to be easy prey by predators. Not all men are easy prey.
Some of us are hard to kill.
Thanks!
I've told my adult children now that simply showing up reliably to work will immediately set them apart. This has proven true as these days some places pay a bonus if people work their full 8 hours instead of showing up late, or leaving early.
In my day you'd get fired if you didn't show up on the time you agreed to when you took the job.
Now so much of the workforce has this entitlement, woke mind rot, etc. that if they fired all of the people that did that immediately they would have no work force.
I think most of them try to slowly get rid of those people as they find the people that want to just work and be someone to count upon. It is sad to say what used to be the norm is now seemingly a rarer and rarer type of person.
I also warned my children about whining and complaining and that it can turn into a spiral that feeds upon itself. I tell them it is better to find positive things to say (silver linings) so you can stay focused on doing a good job. If you can't think of anything there is always the "I have a job, it is paying my bills, it is caring for my family". You can likely find other positives but that one is there if needed. The main thing to avoid is the negative spirals. Those will impact your work and at some point you'll likely want to quit or if you acted up get fired and it all began with whining about things that were most likely trivial.
That doesn't mean there are not bad jobs. I worked at some bad jobs before. Yet I kept at them until I found something better. I never allowed myself to quit due to not liking the job, or get fired before having something already lined up to replace it.
I always gave two weeks notice with one exception. That place I didn't give notice because someone else had given notice a month before and they fired them immediately. I couldn't afford to not have work for two weeks so I didn't give them notice.
They offered to match the new wage where I was going. They asked why I didn't give notice. I told them that when Martha gave notice you fired her. "I couldn't afford to be two weeks without work so I didn't give you notice."
They thought I'd been there six months when I quit. I had only been there three months. During that time I saved their orders department and organized it, worked in disassembly department some, worked in their ebay department some, and stepped in several times to run their shipping department.
That place was perhaps one of the craziest places I ever worked. Yet I didn't bitch. I showed up. I did the work. I went home. While at home I started looking for other work. I actually got my job as a referral from Martha whom they fired for giving notice.
That was the place where one day I was sitting at my desk in my normal clothes while people in hazmat suits were vacuuming around my desk. About 4 or 5 years later 60 Minutes did an expose on the place "Executive Recycling".
The only other place I worked that was pretty crazy was at Kryptonics where I went in as a temp and helped on the machines and lines producing polyurethane roller blade wheels. Pretty sure a lot of the supervisors didn't have green cards, and many of them did not speak English. They also called all kinds of names and derogatory things to the gringos. It is why I am pretty good at unpolite name calling Spanish but I don't know a lot outside of that. I only worked there a brief period as I got it when my alcoholic uncle put my family and I (wife and first baby boy) in a bind.
You do what you have to do to survive and if possible you find ways to improve your situation. Whining and complaining don't generally improve much of anything.