The other day, I was singing along as a piano student played a piece. It was in her popular songs book, and, as is often the case, these “popular” songs are circa 1960. The student had never even heard of most of them. This week’s was the Armour Hot Dog song. And off we went —
Hot dogs, Armour hot dogs
What kind of kids eat Armour Hot Dogs?
Fat kids, skinny kids, kids who climb on rocks …
After hitting “fat kids,” I laughed. “This would obviously never fly today,” I said. Continuing on …
Tough kids, sissy kids, even kids with chicken pox
love hot dogs, Armour Hot Dogs
The dogs kids love to bite!
“Sissy kids?” Honestly, it was a welcome bit of relief.
No doubt, such an ad would “trigger” many kids today. At our house, as we discuss current events over dinner, one child or the other often calls out TRIGGERED! It has become a joke, but what’s not so funny is the way so many young people apparently feel persecuted these days over pretty much everything.
There’s a group I belonged to on Facebook that instituted a “trigger warning” due to members apparently offending others by posts they create. The new rules instructed us to begin posts with “trigger: harsh language,” “trigger: US election,” etc. After rolling my eyes each time I scrolled past these posts, I finally left the group. It struck me as highly condescending to assume that I would need a warning before reading something on a topic. Seriously? When did we become such shrinking violets?
In light of last week’s Presidential election, I wonder how much the current “trigger” culture contributed to the angst so many are apparently feeling. They’ve been protected from upsetting words and expressions all their lives, so when a candidate who “triggers” them actually wins? How can life go on? But it must.
Have you encountered the “triggered” phenomenon? Or, perhaps more entertainingly — were you a fat kid or a sissy kid? I plead guilty to the first one.