I’m aware that there’s already peer pressure on my children to watch certain movies, rent specific DVDs or play particular video games. Lately, I’ve also allowed them to watch some questionable flicks. After thinking about it, I’ve realized that it’s not my kids who are being pressured into seeing these movies -- it’s me.
It started with Transformers, which I saw with two friends and their children. Within the first ten minutes, an obscene amount of people were injured, and words I hoped my son had never heard were spoken in large quantities. I glanced at my friends, expecting to see looks of shock and awe, only to find them calmly munching away on their popcorn and Raisinettes. I grabbed my things and darted to the exit, dragging my son, my friends and their kids with me. Needless to say, my son was a little upset when he discovered that many of his other friends had made it past the first act, without their crazy Moms dragging them out of the theater. One of his friends who left with us, actually returned for the next day’s matinee.
What’s wrong with me? Am I such a movie prude? I mean, I was taken to see Porky’s when I was seven. Now I can’t sit through a little violence and cursing? New movies continued to test my fortitude. I persevered for awhile, but by the time Wolverine hit theaters, I had crumbled. I felt like I was punishing my son by not letting him see whatever was fueling talk around the water cooler – I mean, water fountain.
I’ve tried to limit my leniency to action flicks, you know, Avatar-type stuff. It’s amusing to admit that I’ve been influenced by the “everybody’s doing it” mentality. Who would have thought those PTA moms could be so damn persuasive?