Yes, I Judged A Kid Today. I’ll Do It Again Tomorrow.


I am a believer in a lot of things. They range from really stupid things, like what color nail polish is appropriate to wear to a funeral (the answer is: clear); to very big and grandiose things, like whether or not God exists. If I learned one thing in graduate school, it’s that we  all have to have beliefs. It’s essential to our success as functional and happy human beings.

On the bigger side of things, I believe in love, compassion, and understanding. I believe in a universal “right” and “wrong.” I believe in not judging a book by its cover, most of the time. And I believe in boundaries.

I would go as far to say that I’m a big believer in boundaries; in fact, I believe so much in my belief in boundaries that I place boundaries on my beliefs.

I talk a lot on this blog about being understanding and compassionate towards others, especially parents. I want to understand that friends put their newborns in front of the television – knowing that TV is bad for developing infant brains – for a reason that is understandable and explainable. I bite my tongue often when I hear of friends birthing at home, rather than in the safety and security of a hospital or hospital-affiliated birthing center. I struggle to not judge other mothers, or other women or men even, for the choices they make: to work instead of attend a child’s school play; to bottle-feed over breastfeed; to serve McDonald’s night after night instead of healthier, at-home options. I try very hard to not look at a situation and say “what a shitty parent” over anything, even the most horrifying offenses (i.e. drug use, alcoholism, listening to Pitchfork) – I am not living in that person’s shoes and have no idea what they may or may not be going through. As with many parents in particular, my first instinct is to judge; my second instinct is to put that judge-y shit in check and act with love and compassion.

But then there are instances such as today, when I placed a boundary on my beliefs in compassion and decided to let the judgment out.

Yes, I judged a kid today. I’ll do it again tomorrow.

Last night I was bored and couldn’t sleep, so went through the typical humor sites to keep my wandering mind occupied, since my Kindle was dead so my book was unaccessible. A couple of pages into the most recent posts and I came across this: a photo titled “Respect Fail” of a kid flipping off his teacher.


My first mistake in putting boundaries on my compassion and making my judgment was to post it on my personal Facebook page and call the kid a dickhole. Let’s be clear: this kid is a fucking asshole. I don’t care what the circumstance was for him to do this – it was wrong. There is a line of right and wrong, and this crossed it so far into the territory of wrong, there is not a single fucking excuse on this planet that could even set it on the fence.

But posting that brought out the Mama Bears and the Papa Bears, very likely defensive about their own choices to parent in a way that would excuse this behavior of their own children for reasons they believe to be valid. It brought out the non-conformists who want to understand and fuck the man and be punk rock parents that are all about ending the corruption of authority, all that other happy horse shit that could otherwise be described as an unrealistic view of what it is to help our children enter the world well-adjusted.

Then it turned to being about how I’m a hypocrite and I live in a shitty town in California where people repress children’s feelings and create psychopaths that don’t know how to stand up to authority. My yoga pants were mentioned no less than five times (whateverthefuck that has to do with anything). Someone said “shame on you” because I obviously have no idea what some kids have been through – maybe that kid just lost a parent and is a total douche now because he’s really hurting!

All of the debate and the very sad statements aside, there is one thing I want to address, and one thing only:

Yes, I judged a kid today.

I judged that kid because regardless of whatever is going on in his life, he is a symptom of the bigger problem of our culture. Our excuse-making, back-patting, nobody-fails, everyone gets an award for participating, blame the teachers, scream at authority, fuck the man, it’s everybody else’s fault but my own – culture. A culture where people don’t want to call things as they are, and pussy-foot around it in the name of being nice and understanding.


When I was ten years old, my mom abandoned my father and I to move across the country with a guy who was still married (and subsequently went back with his wife a few years later). No one let me get away with bullshit like this because of that. If I spoke to my dad disrespectfully, I got grounded. If I got bad grades, I didn’t get to go to pool parties in the summer.

When I was in middle school and high school, kids did stuff like this all the time, for no reason other than that they were disrespectful pricks who needed a lesson in respect. They got in trouble for it. I remember my friends’ moms grounding them for ditching school; I can think of countless times that people were yelled at by their parents, rather than their parents yelling at their teachers. I remember a boyfriend’s mom calling him a jerk…she said “you’re really becoming a jerk, you know that?” Maybe it was right, maybe it was wrong for her to name call him. But you know what? He was being a jerk. A big one.

But today I say what anyone would have said years ago – that this kid is a dick and needs to learn respect, effective dissent, and appropriate conduct towards authority, and everyone loses their fucking minds. People are taking it personally – attacks on them, attacks on their kids. Just another sign that I am a mean, heartless person who should not even be allowed near children with a ten foot poll.

In the end, I think this all boils down to something bigger than all of us; something that all of our free-loving hippy shit about being compassionate and loving and understanding does not apply. It’s about bullying, it’s about respect, it’s about authority, it’s about responsibility. First and foremost, it’s about us. We – as parents and adults, leaving our children a world much different than it was forty or fifty years ago – owe it to our children, to the little dickwad in that picture, to stand up and say this behavior is wrong. To say that maybe our behavior that allows it or contributes to it, or maybe even models it, is wrong. To look at other things that happen – kids destroying grocery stores; toddlers being allowed to crawl all over million dollar art installations at museums – and consider just when the fuck children became the masters and commanders of society. To admit our flaws and move forward together to make better people who would never – not in a million years, no matter how awful the teacher may be – think about flipping off a teacher while friends laugh and take photos of it with their camera phones. To give our children the tools of respect for others and themselves, and the resources to effective and healthy dissent and expression of their feelings.

Maybe I’m just as bad, because I’m calling this poor innocent child names. Maybe I’m the asshole for not understanding the context-less nature of the photograph. Yes, I judged a kid today.

For this, I’ll do it again tomorrow.


  1. Melissa

    I agree, some kids are assholes. And this is a good example. Clearly, the child has issues. But do you know who is the real asshole? The people who defended him. There is no excuse, yes, I said NO EXCUSE that would somehow make this okay. No amount of trauma. It’s disgusting, reprehensible, and a sad commentary on society. Everyone’s lives are messed up in a way. Practically no one gets what they want, all the time. But if your little prick treats teachers this way, how do you think he’s going to treat his wife? His boss? His dog, even? I have six teens, four left at home, and if any one of them (or the ‘adult’ children) did this, I would smack the stupid out of them. I would use them as examples to the other kids–and the neighbor kids, and my cousins’ kids. I would post the picture to the internet, so other people could tell them what they think! But, defend them? I don’t think so. That’s a failure of parenting, that’s a failure of morality, that’s a failure of decency and respect and a whole lot more, if I wasn’t half asleep. Heather, you are correct. Perhaps you need to re-evaluate who you call friends. 😉

  2. Shelley

    Was having a look though your site, and this post made my sphincter tighten. I was a teacher for 30 years. At the end of my career I taught in one of the most prestigious international schools in the world. I dreaded parent teacher conferences. Here’s an example why,
    “Why didn’t you give me kid an A+?”
    “Because of this and this and this.”
    “I am willing to fight your for it.”
    ” How can we make this work?” But what I thought was, ” I can take you, beatchhh!”

    Uggg. A fellow teacher said a parent came in guns shooting accusing her of many things. Her response, “Tell you what. I’ll make you a deal. How about I believe half of what your son tell me about you and you do the same.”

  3. stepmommary

    Reblogged this on Step Momma Mary.

  4. addercatter

    He is a little dickwad, and if I was that teacher, he would have gotten his ass busted! (Spankings are still allowed in schools where I live, and I am 100% for it)

  5. Alyssa

    You are right, it IS disrespectful, ridiculous, and wrong. If my kids did something like this, you can bet I would be calling them out on it. I, personally, wouldn’t have called him a dickwad; I would have said little turd, jerk, snot nosed brat, etc, but that’s a personal thing. That said, I don’t think you were wrong to say that. It is a major sign of disrespect at home. ALL teaching and learning starts at home. The fact that he did this shows that his parents do that same thing about his teacher. I don’t care if she’s a hate filled sack of slime, you don’t do that, just like you don’t flip off your parents, grandparents, and other persons of authority (unless it’s the government, because eff the MAN, ya know!). Anyway, people will always find a reason to get their panties in a bunch, and that’s their prerogative.

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