Who Ordered the Poo Poo Platter?
” (A Bugs Life, 1998) That’s what I said when I watched the Teen Choice Awards. I guess if we were flies we wouldn’t mind it. Our kids like this kind of stuff, but they don’t see it as poo poo. “It doesn’t affect me,” they respond reflexively. After all, they are filling their heads with an average of six and a half hours of it per day. I’m talking about the influence of the media. This is sad for me, because I love the media. I love movies, I love music, and there are even a couple TV shows that I enjoy. But lately I feel as if I’m trying to find a clean glass in a bachelor’s apartment-rarely do I find anything clean. And the stuff that is dirty isn’t just a little smudged. It is soiled like the floor of a stock show. There’s no denying it-kids are being molded by the messages coming through their iPods, cell phones, TVs, and computers. The difficult challenge for youth workers and parents is to become aware of what our kids are listening to, without getting poop on our shoes. Becomin
