From an article I'm reading for my writing class:
"In late twentieth-century America, when it is difficult or inconvenient to change the environment, we don't think twice about changing the brain of the person who has to live in it." And as Howe and Strauss wrote in Millennials Rising, "Ironically, where young Boomers once turned to drugs to prompt impulses and think outside the box, today they turn to drugs to suppress their kids' impulses and keep their behavior inside the box ... Nowadays, Dennis the Menace would be on Ritalin, Charlie Brown on Prozac."
I think this is sad but so true. I wish we could all accept each other the way we are. What gives us the authority to look at someone and judge them as below par in any area of their person? I want to be able to look at someone and say, "that's the way they are, flaws and all, and they're perfect because of it." Most of my insecurities lie in the fact that people don't even try to accept each other, and it tears me apart everyday.
"In late twentieth-century America, when it is difficult or inconvenient to change the environment, we don't think twice about changing the brain of the person who has to live in it." And as Howe and Strauss wrote in Millennials Rising, "Ironically, where young Boomers once turned to drugs to prompt impulses and think outside the box, today they turn to drugs to suppress their kids' impulses and keep their behavior inside the box ... Nowadays, Dennis the Menace would be on Ritalin, Charlie Brown on Prozac."
I think this is sad but so true. I wish we could all accept each other the way we are. What gives us the authority to look at someone and judge them as below par in any area of their person? I want to be able to look at someone and say, "that's the way they are, flaws and all, and they're perfect because of it." Most of my insecurities lie in the fact that people don't even try to accept each other, and it tears me apart everyday.
