You are missing the context of the SPEs. They were ended early because of what was happening and the ethical issues, and that set the precedence for change in the conduct of such studies amongst other things.
If you are clinically depressed, you are more often than not, not in a state to actually analyse your own habits and come to the right conclusions or the best course of action.
And finally - he doesn't have an issue with porn or video games and in fact is fine with them in moderation. As I posted earlier:
Yeah that is a good video.
But man am I pissed to hear
Paren'ts don't know that the child is spending that the child is spending as much time as she is
So you got a kid. You have a responsibility. Nah fuck that. Let's just let the kid do whatever they want and ignore any sort of upbringing. Let the computer/tv/games/school do that. I get so pissed when I see a few friends do that. Even more pissed when I hear this fucking excuse.
But if I take away his videogames or computer/phone s/he just yells and smashes her room to bits and pieces
Holy fuck did I want to smack that couple on the head. Go out and bring in a sledgehammer and try to smack some sense into their fucking dull heads because talking to them didn't help in the least. Parents should be parents and if they can't teach moderation to their own kids or even enforce some sort of rules? They need help because the kid wont give a fuck that is for sure.
What is masculinity anyway? Going into debt? Raising more than 1 kid? Following orders? Paying bills? Hitting someone? You can define it any way you please. Real life is larger than masculinity. Both don't really seem that appealing.
My father was always kinda gungho on the part about being a "real man".
His vision of a real was that I should always stand up for myself, always stand up for friends, always stand up for the weaker* ones and help those in need. Always be ready to shoulder responsibility for that I could and if I couldn't try to help the ones that could shoulder it. And the first important step to that was when I was 7-8 and had spent most of my time crying coming home from school since I was the only *nigger* they had seen and the teachers didn't understand why a nigger would be upset that the others called him that or that it was just *boys being boys* when they had some sort of mini lynching going and gathered around to throw rocks and shit at me or just try to beat me up.
This is how you throw a punch.
Throw it if you can't find another way
Just throw it to defend yourself or your friends
I threw that punch every week for 12-13 years but my little brother, the newly moved in asian couples kid and my *ugly/fat/nigger loving friends* could at least spend most of their primary/middle and high school in peace since that little town of 2000 people knew that I would hit back, no matter who it was. But honestly, I think I did more crying than the people that I hit. I always hated to hit someone and I always ended up crying since I felt like shit. Anyway, everything my dad thought as "Manly/masculinity/whatever" I think it as being a good person today. Unnecessarily violent but at least for a good thing.
Man that put me in a foul temper....and I miss my dad. He wasn't perfect I know that but it feels like he was this towering giant I'll never come close to. Neither as a person or as a father. 2 months and 5 days and it still feels like it was yesterday. I miss you dad I really do.
* I should add that the weaker ones was meant for those that couldn't defend themselves no matter gender. Dad might have had some archaic views on "manhood" and indirectly belittled women in some cases, this fighting, but he always thought me that women was as good as men but physically they where weaker and men who took advantage of that deserved a trashing.