Right off the bat, I am going to say this. Your Mileage May Vary. I am not your kid’s parent, and you are not
my kid’s parent. What I am about to say
is going to totally misalign with your views and that’s OK. This is merely the perspective, and really an
opinion, on how I am raising my child who happens to love playing video games.
Last week, Nerdist: Play published a story about
retailers’ selling M-Rated games to underage kids. It talked about how the author watched a kid
buy The Evil Within and how to deal with that occurrence. The question asked was “Was there anybody in
the wrong for what happened?”
The response?
No.
Why?
Because parenting.
While I agree in the hypocrisy of saying a kid, today,
shouldn’t be sold a game for which I clearly would have bought and played at a
young age as well (circa 1987), I also have to say with complete awareness of
how clichéd it sounds, “It was different in my day.”
Let’s flashback to the 80s when Atari and NES were the big
names in video game consoles and look at this further.
As a young kid, I had a vivid imagination. I knew there were no such things as monster
under the bed or vampires or zombies, but my mind could certainly conjure up
something more viscerally disturbing than anything Stephen King, Clive Barker,
or even David Lynch could put on paper or screen. Quite frankly, what you couldn’t see scared
me more than what was actually shown. I
saw Poltergeist and Nightmare on Elm Street, The Exorcist, and Evil Dead 2 at a
young age and those films scared the piss out of me. Hell, the scenes in E.T. where the
government scientists descend upon Elliot’s house were the stuff of mindmares
when I returned home from the theater to a darkened house. But, I survived. I watched Die Hard in the theater and I was
only 14 at the time. So, while my
imagination was overactive when it came to coming up with scare worthy
thoughts, it didn’t spill out into the real world with me stringing up and
torturing neighborhood animals or other children. I did not become Ed Gein or Buffalo
Bill. Why? Because my parents still had a grasp of what
I was out doing and even though I did watch those scary movies… and *blush*
I did sneak a Playboy or Hustler from another friend as well as rent low budget
R Rated movies like Galactic Gigolo from my local video store when I couldn’t
find something salacious on HBO at 2 in the morning. I think I turned out fairly normal as an
adult. And, I have a 7 year old
daughter who clearly shows signs of evil genius which means my parents failed
me. I was most likely going to follow
their lead raising her.
Here’s the thing, though.
The amount of material available to me in the 80s is a far cry from what
there is now. Yeah, I did see my fair
share of nudity, violence, and drug use on film and television and other media,
but the level of “depravity”, as some would call it, were ridiculously tame
compared to stuff today like The Human Centipede and The Evil Within. Now, that’s not to say that the same genre
of movies or video games were available in the 80s. After all, I Spit Upon Your Grave was made
in 1978. Custer’s Revenge, an adult
themed Atari 2600 game, was made in 1982.
The difference was that there was no real easy way for a child like me
to get ahold of those items when I was a kid.
Furthermore, Custer’s Revenge, while a depiction of nudity and sex
between a man and a woman was still rendered in all the glory of Atari
graphics, so it’s laughable if not even recognizable.
It was just a different time when we were preteens in the 80s. It was a time when Married With Children, The Simpsons, and Beavis and Butthead were deemed too hot for TV. The amount of jaw dropping luridness seen in those shows was about as shocking as an exposed ankle would be to someone in the 1970s. This was only 30 years ago, people. We now have Game of Thrones and The Walking Dead on television.
It was just a different time when we were preteens in the 80s. It was a time when Married With Children, The Simpsons, and Beavis and Butthead were deemed too hot for TV. The amount of jaw dropping luridness seen in those shows was about as shocking as an exposed ankle would be to someone in the 1970s. This was only 30 years ago, people. We now have Game of Thrones and The Walking Dead on television.
That’s the difference.
Today’s level of realized creativity has exponentially multiplied as has
the manner in which to depict it. It
would be no different than reading H.P. Lovecraft in the 60s. So, I ask, which is worse, the imagined
horror that had to be filled in with your brain reading Lovecraft, or seeing a
depiction of his work on screen today?
The availability of that work is also mainstreamed. The Internet has a wildfire mentality that
has yet to be controlled and parents are still catching up to and combatting
the circumnavigation of such restrictions over what their kids shouldn’t
see. My own daughter has accidentally
rented movies OnDemand, albeit nothing bad.
Yet, I give a decent amount of leeway like my parents did.
When she was two years old, she faced the mortality of
humankind when we lost her grandmother to a brain hemorrhage. There was such a close bond and we didn’t
sugarcoat the information. She saw her
in the hospital, hooked up to life support.
She watched her go through chemotherapy the past year. She was well aware of the world of doctors
and illness and what can and may very well happen to others she loves. Shortly after that ordeal she became very
interested in fact that her grandfather and I would play video games to pass
the time (Keep him busy). And, because
it was such an easy controller, we played the Wii. Titles ranged from Call of Duty to Big Game
Hunter to, yes, House of the Dead 2 and 3.
And my own kid sat there and watched us play it. She was fascinated by it, not scared. One day, I had flipped to Comedy Central and
Ghostbusters came on. She immediately
latched onto it and enjoyed it. She
became a huge fan and I decided to use it as a teaching moment about the
difference between reality and fiction.
I grabbed my DVDs and we watched the behind the scenes stuff as
well. She watched how they made the
ghosts. I simultaneously demystified
the movie magic I so adored as a child in the hopes that she could understand
that these things were entertainment and not scary. She enjoyed a lot of my movies from
childhood. She loved dinosaurs, so we
watched Jurassic Park and The Lost World.
Clearly the child could differentiate between movies and real life. She had an understanding of what was going on
and it neither scared her nor scarred her.
She saw me playing Minecraft and loved the creativity. She just started playing Fallout 3. She keeps bugging me to get Skyrim. She has joined me in creating videos on
YouTube and solo played. She has a knack
for entertainment and humor that I never had at her age. She’s hilarious. Like I said, my parents ruined me.
But I do monitor what she does, to a point. I won’t let her watch me play Grand Theft
Auto, at least with the sound up. Then
again, the subtitles don’t help so I am careful. I won’t play Last of Us in front of her. I won’t let her watch The Walking Dead or
play other games that I feel may be too close to realistic depictions of
violence or gore because I know she has that same level of imagination that I
had. I recently played Gone Home, which
I realize has no scary imagery in it, but it does unsettle me every time I hear
a noise in the game. So, I pick and
choose which level of stimulation she is exposed to. And, like the video from Nerdist says, even
if Target doesn’t sell the kid the game, they can go watch a walk through of The
Evil Within on YouTube with full gore and burning children. How is it any different?
Should the retailers care about selling M-Rated titles to
underage kids? Yes, they should. I know.
It’s the parents’ responsibility to police their child’s actions
concerning such items. Well, should a
bartender serve a child alcohol simply because it’s not their responsibility to
police the child? Should a 7-11 sell
them a Playboy or a pack of cigarettes?
No. And I’m not cool with
retailers selling my kid M-Rated games.
While it’s not their job to police my child, it is their responsibility
to not contribute to the delinquency of a minor. If I so deem it acceptable for my kid to
play a game that is M-Rated, then I will buy it for them. And while I don’t necessarily agree with the
rating system for movies and video games, I will make the final call for the
time being, because I am the parent. The
Evil Within may be 13+, at best, I don’t know.
Kids today can handle a different amount of that kind of stimulation
than in the 80s. Would I be pissed if
Target sold my kid an M-Rated game? Yes,
in theory, but probably not, depending on the game. I would make sure I found out why it was
M-Rate before my kid got deep into it.
As a parent, I am the first and last line of defense when it
comes to my kid’s wellbeing and I am doing what I can to educate and prepare
her in that sense. We have far too many
more things out there that can harm.
They are more widespread and more easily attainable than when I was a
kid. This level technology that has
exploded in the past 20 years is simply moving faster than we are. We did not prepare ourselves when it dropped
into our laps. Sometimes I think we
opened a Pandora’s Box of issues when the Internet became available but there’s
no way to stop it. However, there does
need to be a buffer in place to handle the little things. Every little bit helps. To be overly sensitive about it helps no
one. Being a douchebag about censorship
is just as bad as being one about freedoms and civil liberties. In the end, you are the one that has to
deal with the Fallout.
