Let Them Fight!

In movies portraying elementary and junior high school, there is always a fist fight or two. Some boy calls another one a wimp, and in order to prove their masculinity, he as to slug the name-caller.
It used to be that this was an accepted coming-of-age rite of young people—a true way to prove their toughness, or a good way to toughen up. However, America has taken a turn for the worse, and with the creation of bus monitors and recess teachers, has started cracking down on this “unhealthy behavior”. Pacifism is stuffed down the throats of every preteen in our society.
According to the American Academy of Child and Adolescent Psychiatry, around half of all children are bullied at sometime during their school career, and that around 10% are bullied on a regular basis. They claim “Children who are bullied experience real suffering that can interfere with their social and emotional development.” I find this difficult to believe. Bullying is just a way for children to learn their place in the world—some people just get upset because their children’s place is under some other tougher, stronger, and better twelve-year-old.
And what is this crazy junk about “stunting emotional development”?! We as a country have gone way downhill with regards to our treatment to the younger generation. Children used to be seen, not heard. Now it’s all about “being sensitive to peoples" insecurities” and “validating their feelings”. This is simply codswallop, in my opinion. Finding other people’s faults and insecurities (and then shoving them into the ground) is the best way to get ahead. We shouldn’t obsess over such mundane things as “emotions”. Bullying is the best way to toughen up. We should be teaching our children to suppress their womanly “hurt” feelings, and teach them the best way to deal—ignore them.
So get rid of the cafeteria teachers and the anti-bullying policies—often these go completely ignored by the teachers anyway. So level the playing field—let the children fight. We're weeding out the pansies in flower garden of America. It’s positive for everyone. After all, everyone knows the rhyme: “sticks and stones may break my bones…” there’s more to it, but that’s the important part. Bones will be broken, bruises will be made, lacerations will be torn, and feelings…well, forget about those.