Raising Kids in a Consumer Culture
By Leah Dobkin, Ode Magazine
A war is raging between parents trying to raise children and corporate America trying to raise customers. As a parent of three children, I think I’m losing, or at least losing my mind. I’ve tried to educate my children about our materialistic society and how our family values differ from those of a culture of consumption. My kids, however, want more, buy more and throw away more.
I’ve decided advertising is my biggest enemy. Thanks to ads, my kids won’t take no, no, no for an answer and instead nag, nag, nag. Advertising targeted to children in the United States is estimated at more than $16.8 billion annually, over twice what it was in 1992.
Product placements are on the rise in TV shows, movies, children’s books-even textbooks, since my kids’ schools have become commercialized because of budget cuts. The number of corporate-sponsored school events and commercialized lunches is climbing too.
I’m most frustrated with the offensive products targeted directly to my teenaged kids. My daughter (14) covertly buys thongs with “Do I know you?” written on the front. Last year, I couldn’t find a Halloween costume that didn’t make her look like a prostitute. Meanwhile, my oldest son (16) is a walking advertisement for Puma sneakers and Joe Boxer underwear (which is never worn under). My youngest son (12) organizes backpack sales so he can offload his six-month-old, outdated CDs, DVDs and software, and buy the new stuff.
How do I protect my children and raise them to become healthy, caring and well-balanced people in what seems an off-balanced world? I have responded by becoming the media police in our home. I put parental controls on my children’s computer, but one child maneuvered around this system, designating herself as the administrator, changing my password and obtaining complete access to the Internet.
Media policing was a losing game. I decided on another tactic. My husband and I bought property in northern Wisconsin to give my children an antidote to the commercialized tech world. The land has 100-foot-tall pine trees, a quiet lake and creatures galore to explore. The natural assets were augmented with a canoe, kayak, floats, tubes, fishing gear, badminton and archery sets, even a 15-foot-wide water trampoline. (Hey, I’m not completely immune to consumerism.)
The only rules were: Have fun, and no electronics once we arrive at the lake. That last one was problematic. You’d think we’d asked them to cut off their arms. We allowed their cellphones, CDs and MP3 players in the car traveling to and from our property. But once we got there, we insisted everyone unplug and encouraged them to listen to the magic of the natural world: to slow down, look around, talk to each other, ponder, wander, sleep, play instruments, sing around a campfire.
Our youngest seems to appreciate our little piece of heaven, but the two older kids hate the place. I’ll never forget passing my oldest son’s tent late one night and seeing that eerie blue light spill out into the forest. I peeked in and there he was, zoned out while plugged into his smuggled cellphone playing a video game. My daughter spends most of her time putting makeup on, and vegetates in the car or in our camper.
But we won’t give up the ‘good’ fight, for I know we’re planting seeds of change. My 12-year-old son whispered to me this summer, “Mom, do you think when I get older I could have my wedding up here?” I whispered back, “Yes, honey. I would really love that.”
For me, this was a small victory in my personal crusade against consumerism.
Leah Dobkin is a freelance writer who writes about social change and aging issues.