Very well articulated.
The ability to delay gratification is a sign of maturity, and IMO is an increasing cultural problem. Being responsible for another human being means that one should be responsible, and be willing to delay that gratification, or at very absolute least, be fully cognizant of the risks that come with their choices.
If you have sex, you risk pregnancy - period. You can make the risk small, and you can terminate a pregnancy if you choose, but the risk is there. (same for STDs) Are you willing to pay the price for any risks that become reality?
I just want to know how old is too old to whine like a teenager? Chelsea is a young adult going on 13.
"Totalitarianism demands, in fact, the continuous alteration of the past, and in the long run probably demands a disbelief in the very existence of objective truth." — George Orwell
I don't know that whining is ever a pleasant sound coming from anyone at any age. I was going to say infants, of course, have the right to whine, because they don't know any better, but I'm not sure infants really do whine, per se. They cry and they fuss, but they don't make that really annoying whining sound until they're toddlers, when they start recognizing that it's annoying but that it does get attention.
I think that's the problem. If Chelsea stopped getting what she wants--or at least getting attention, positive or negative--for whining, she might stop doing it. I noticed in the finale episode that when she wanted sushi and her mother told her she could make her some soup (a more sensible choice for someone with a cold), she whined that she wanted sushi. Her mother wasn't moved by the whining, so she called Daddy, and he brought her sushi to her house--where her mother wouldn't see it. I know she said she was going to her house to get diapers, but she deliberately called her dad and asked him to meet her at her house with the sushi. She's like a little kid playing one parent against another--and she whines to Daddy when her whining doesn't have the desired effect on Mommy.
I agree about delayed gratification being a seemingly lost art. I have an excellent credit rating, because I was raised to believe that you did not live beyond your means. Even as a kid, I understood that there were things we, as a family, didn't do because we simply couldn't afford them. Doesn't mean I was deprived of every desire, but that I understood that just because I wanted or liked something didn't mean that I had to have it. I found it vastly amusing that when I recently refinanced my mortgage to get a better rate, my bank was ever so anxious to offer me an additional loan ("Isn't there something you might like to upgrade around the house? Isn't there a trip you'd like to take?"), because of my lack of debt. Heck, the reason I lack significant debt, beyond my mortgage, is because I don't take out loans for things I don't necessarily need. That way, if I have an actual emergency, I'm not caught short of cash.
I have a friend whose eleven year old desperately wanted an I-pod. He said fine, if you earn it yourself. He helped him work out a savings plan with his allowance and offered him extra jobs around the house that he could do to supplement his allowance. He also helped him comparison shop for the best price on what he wanted. His kid takes extremely good care of that I-pod, because he earned it, and he knows if he loses it, he's going to have to replace it himself. The lessons he learned--delayed gratification, earning what you want, comparison shopping--are so much more important than the I-pod is, even if he doesn't really understand that yet.
And yeah, I realize all that has to do with money, not sex, but the principle of delaying gratification because of larger goals remains the same. These young parents are having to delay, or forego, college and many other valuable experiences most people their age get to have because they didn't handle their sex lives responsibly.
So I just found out chelsea works at a tanning salon...shocking right?
Trust me, Chelsea doesn't have the wherewithal to deal with winter up here. She probably hides under a hideous pink and leopard blankie, whining for Daddy to bring her hot chocolate for the whole month of January.