Every now and again we ‘olds’ get a signal that we have lived for long enough.
There is a ‘trial’ (appropriate word) happening in Manchester, England which weighs children annually from the age of three, informing parents through a website if their little darlings are ‘obese’.
This fresh invasion of the Fit Police will use nurseries and schools as vehicles for its activities, so evidence of their victims’ frailties can be freely exchanged among classmates and friends. These zealots happily admit that their desire is to encourage a spirit of competition between parents and the children as to who is fittest, tallest, etc..
I can stand the patronising arrogance of the Nanny State, I can even forgive the enormous amount spent on the wasted education of those who can only find direction by becoming a part of it, but the least I might ask some of these people to do is B****Y WELL THINK!
Every time you reward success in a child you generate a black cloud of despondency amongst the nine-tenths who cannot win – will never win, and for all sorts of reasons. By creating a god you generate a continuous string of sacrifices. Worse, you encourage children to hang labels on each other at an even younger age, and children are very free, and very cruel, with labels. Worst of all, you spark in those children who do not conform to your quasi-Arian image a downward spiral of diminishing self-esteem that will lead to depression, anxiety, anorexia, and social alienation.
And we all know the damage social alienation, labelling, and bullying can do, don’t we? Especially if it becomes entangled with a knife or a gun?
Too extreme? No. Too easy. Easy to start with an infant on a set of scales and build an adolescent with a grudge.