Childhood

Monday

Sam Leith

TV doesn’t ruin childhood, but phones might

When I was a nipper, a staple of children’s television was a show called Why Don’t You? The full title, as the theme song made clear, was: “Why don’t you just switch off your television set and go and do something less boring instead?" Very “meta”, as we didn’t then say. And, of course, generations of children sat on the sofa gormlessly drinking Um Bongo while we watched the show’s cast demonstrate all the wholesome arts-and-crafts activities we could have been doing instead of watching TV. This was a few years before our parents discovered the joys of eating microwave TV dinners while watching Master Chef. A previous generation feared that the rise of television would put an end to children reading. It didn’t I start with this to give a bit of context.

Tuesday

Mary Wakefield

What England’s old folk songs can teach us

I grew up in the 1980s but in many ways it was more like the 1880s. We lived with my grandmother on the Northumbrian coast and the routine of our days echoed the routines of her youth, perhaps her mother’s and grandmother’s, too. We were like an elephant family in an African game park, following our matriarch around ancient migratory routes, oblivious to the rise and fall of regimes outside. Lunch (no elbows on the table), a walk to the sea, sherry time (Amontillado dry); then my grandmother and my clever younger brother would play Piquet while the children of lesser focus played with the open fire. And we sang around the piano, my grandmother playing, folk songs and ballads from the northeast: "Barbara Allen"; "The Raggle-Taggle Gypsy," "The North Country Maid," "The Golden Vanity.

Friday

Matt Purple

Yawn: your childhood just died again

We’re spending all this money to fight Vladimir Putin but what about Mindy Kaling? From Democrats to Republicans, from Atlantic to Pacific, the nation has rarely been as united as it is in hatred of Kaling’s new animated HBO show Velma. The gory and profane rehash of the Scooby-Doo franchise has a whopping 7 percent audience score on Rotten Tomatoes. YouTube commentators leapfrog over each other to denounce the show: Velma is cringe; Velma is garbage; Velma is racist! Far be it for me to agree with the mob: I’d love nothing more than to say I like this show and watch a million Twitter coronaries blossom. But alas, having seen it, I can attest that Velma’s very existence has singlehandedly wiped out centuries of human progress.

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Friday

Ericka Andersen

Surgeries are no ‘quick fix’ for childhood obesity

The American Academy of Pediatrics has released new guidelines on childhood obesity, advocating that children receive medication and even surgery as early as twelve years old to avoid long-term health consequences. The authors of the new guidelines argue against the historical belief that obesity can be overcome exclusively by lifestyle changes. They say that doesn’t adequately address “socioecological, environmental and genetic influences” that affect children. Childhood obesity rates, however, are higher than they’ve been in fifty years — and genetics didn’t cause the concerning rise. The most obvious changes in the Western lifestyle since then have included a massive increase in processed foods and the integration of the internet into everyday life.

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Wednesday

Teresa Mull

Time for a national snow day

The world in wintertime (at least where it snows) is a different place. Here in rural Pennsylvania, a distinct, sulfuric musk — a most nostalgic and comforting scent — wafts through my little hometown, lending an antiquated charm that reminds us of bygone days when coal was king (and proves it’s still very much in the royal family in these parts). While the natural world dies, hibernates, and goes dormant, our human spirits are rejuvenated. When the temperature drops, there’s a communal mood change, the effects of which tend to be a contagious energy and a marked softening of mankind. People let down their guards, exchanging prank gifts at office Christmas parties while wearing elf ears and silly, ugly sweaters bedecked with jingle bells.

Wednesday

Libby Emmons

Why are Americans afraid to grow up?

My parents didn’t care if I had extracurricular enrichment and free play. They sent me outside after Saturday chores and didn’t want me home until dinner. In old jeans and a t-shirt, I’d look for arrowheads in the woods with the neighborhood kids. Once, one of the dads from the housing development saw us out there, yelled ‘Get off my property,' and pulled a shotgun on us. We scrambled away as the shot crackled in the air. I didn’t see any reason to tell my parents about it. I was on my own until dinner. Today’s young adults cling to the remnants of childhood like dying men to a life raft. Adulthood no longer has the feel of freedom, but the sting of bondage and the musty smell of the parental basement.

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