Don't know how many times I need to scream this but I'll do it again:
Jeff Foxworthy's generation ***gave the trophies to the kids***. The kids did not saunter down to the trophy shop and it themselves.
Does Gen X really think these trophies just materialized out of thin air for Millenials? Picked off a trophy tree planted in every yard? Shipped to them by the Clinton Administration?
Preeeeeetty much nails how I feel. There are so many other opportunities in other areas of life to teach your kids this. A $24 gold painted piece of plastic isn't damaging them.
Unless it falls on their head. Not that I ... know anything about that.
@RM_Preston
I think its cool that kids get trophies as a reward for finishing the season. Its typically one of the highlights of their season. If kids mostly play rec sports, you're not gonna teach them many life skills in 3 practices and 10 games. Its never been about the trophies.
@RM_Preston
Also participation trophies were very much a thing in the early 80s (I was there and have the soccer trophy to prove it) yet people who grew up then are acting like this began with âmillennialsâ. Revisionist history.
@RM_Preston
And usually because the guys that looked and spoke exactly like Jeff were throwing piss fits that their kid wasn't a nine year old football prodigy.
@RM_Preston
Yup.
I knew a member of the greatest generation who said they were the worst parents. They had such hard lives they over-compensated with their kids and raised the hippies that gave rise to the libs, helicopter parents, etc.
Can't argue with him.
@RM_Preston
The thing about participation trophies as a recipient is, we knew what they were all about. Nobody was like, âOMG I WON!!!â It was just something to look back on. And thatâs cool.
@RM_Preston
@TonyGerdeman
This whole argument is based on a false premise. Iâm 52 and we all got trophies regardless of winning or losing. They werenât big, but they had a white marble base, our names inscribed on a little plaque, and a gold soccer man kicking a ball.
@RM_Preston
We hated it. We hated it so much. I was in a costume contest for a PTA safe Halloween whatever and I WAS Zorro. Hat. Boots. Whip. Sword. Mustache. Poofy black shirt.
I stood up there with two kids who WERN'T WEARING COSTUMES and were told "you're all winners".