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theatokos ([personal profile] theatokos) wrote2009-02-09 04:41 pm
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Gun play

This is a post for all those born male and for mothers of males.

If you are a male, did you play with guns? Did you turn non-gun items into imaginary guns? Do you think this is something innate in males? If not, where did you learn this behaviour from? As an adult male now do you have any parenting perspectives on this, or advice for the new mama of a male?

For mothers of males, do your sons play with guns or have gun play? If so, at what age did this start? Does this bother you? If so, how do you discourage this? Any thoughts for a new mama?

[identity profile] pwilk.livejournal.com 2009-02-12 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Yay, range day! Give me a call. Heh, my grandpa gave me .22 when I was um, like 14 after I became a marksman in the boyscouts. I wasn't supposed to have it in the house loaded. Later there were other guns. I lived in the woods, not like all of you all. City folk, sheesh. Guns just were not really a problem. Everybody had them. Nobody shot each other. Often anyway. It was a different time I admit. Even my home town is gangsta now. Pathetic.

Anyway, as for playing with guns as a child; yep. Favorite game was: WAR! In the woods. With armies of children. All with sticks for guns. It was guerrilla war as well. Some went to Iraq and did OK. Maybe it was good training for little soldiers. We were hella violent as kids. Interesting to note, I never got in a fight in high school. I got sucker punched once, but that was about it. The hicks and hayseeds tended not to fight. Oh, and holy sh*t during hunting season, there were more high power sniper rifles than pistols at an Oakland ... (ok, won't go there).

Your little Ben is going to be a Marine no matter what or not you do to him. It will be his choice. Grin :)

[identity profile] ewigweibliche.livejournal.com 2009-02-12 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"City folk"?? Mr Wilk, to whom do you think you're talking? I, at least, was not raised in the city!

"It was a different time I admit" This is because you are ancient. Decrepit. Molding before our very eyes.