Those who know me will hardly be shocked by the news that I have perhaps lost my intoxication with Wii Fit. And with Wii Sports. Shortly before we purchased it W was telling me how a study showed that Wii owners play a game an average of 9 times. I like to think that my subconscious had something to do with the fact that I used Wii Fit with dedication for exactly 9 days. I’ll get back to it, it’s just that we bought MarioKart, and then Guitar Hero III, and any self-respecting slacker can inform you that having fun while being lazy trumps actively breaking a sweat, any day. (note: breaking a sweat due to household temperature does not count, and I say that because I did try to justify to myself that sweating while jamming on my fake guitar totally counts as aerobic exercise.)
Truly, my lack of discipline is embarrassing and I promise you I am appropriately ashamed of myself.
I’m curious about the scorn people seem to have for ‘bloggers’ right now. Oh, I’m sure it’s always been there, but it seems to be the soup du jour. Not all people who blog are pompous pricks, though I will admit that I almost said ‘I find myself curious’ which is like a guaranteed ticket to douchebaggery. Anyway, I want to blame it on Myspace because Rupert Murdoch owns it and because I’m harboring blanket hate for teenagers today, but I can’t even do that because I genuinely don’t understand what’s wrong with people writing. Good, bad, about Sarah Jessica Parker’s missing mole or Barack Obama getting rid of nukes, it’s still an intellectual pursuit at heart and I can’t help but think that can’t be anything but a positive thing. Especially for those Myspace teenagers.
As parents – as a nation – we are so focused on the physical health and fitness of the upcoming generations that I am a little nervous we aren’t focusing enough on their tiny little developing brains. Being athletic and eating your veggies is important and all, but to me it seems like being a little overweight would be preferable to being an idiot. I’m not talking about just uneducated, because you can be plenty smart without a degree or diploma, I’m talking dumb as a stack of bricks because no one could be bothered to instill the importance of knowledge in between playdates and soccer practice.
I’m overreacting and I know it, and I know that when I was 15 I had stupid conversations and did stupid things, but I was pursuing experience because I knew experience begets knowledge and knowledge is the secret to world domination. That’s definitely one secret I’ll share with my kid.