A Generation of Idiots – My Issues With YA

Having watched the Hunger Games recently (no, I haven’t read the books yet… They’re on my list), I have noticed a disturbing trend in YA these days. It’s not the violence, the sex, the vacuous characters (I’m looking at you, Vampire Academy) and it’s not something I noticed when I was a young adult myself but I can see it now as an adult:

Incompetent, stupid, lazy parents/adults. And I mean pull your hair out stupid…

Beginning with the Hunger Games, which cemented this annoyance from me, Katniss Everdeen volunteers as tribute in the death match for her district…

If this is spoilers for you by now, please get out from the rock you’ve been living under.

Anyway, as I watch the movie, Katniss gets stung by super wasps and hallucinates. One of the things she sees implies her father was killed in a mine accident and her mother has been traumatized ever since, leaving Katniss to be “mom” to her younger sister. She is literally screaming and shaking her mother in the vision to get her mother to actually SEE her. Not to mention that the parents don’t go batshit crazy at the THOUGHT of offering up their pre-teens to a death game that will be broadcast for the amusement of others. Defeated in a war or not, I can’t see how an uprising wouldn’t happen at the mere mention of such an edict. The parents are frighteningly complicit (as mocked here).

Then there’s Twilight, where Bella moves in with her dad because her mother is busy traveling with her boyfriend and her father is just plain ignorant of what his daughter is getting up to with a 107 year old vampire. She sits in a room and mopes for three months when Edward leaves (for some reason) and weeks pass before her father even notices something’s up with her. Bella can also manage to drop everything and leave the country with a total stranger (as far as her father is concerned) to face supernatural creatures and he isn’t even informed. Bella’s no toddler (debatable, I know) and it may not be right to compare her to my 6 year old (again, debatable) but if my kid takes too long to get something from the fridge, I go to investigate. I don’t see not figuring out something’s wrong with my kid if she hasn’t left her own room for months… Or left the frigging country.

Harry Potter doesn’t get a pass here, either. Harry’s parents sacrifice their lives for their son and even come back from the dead to help him in battle (again, if these are spoilers for you, what the bloody hell…) but the other authority figures are pretty damn good at allowing small children into deadly situations. Cracked has touched on this (twice) and done a great job of pointing out how kids are sent to deadly places as a punishment, allowed to attend a school where paintings spy on them and the staircases move at a whim (cool for a moment till you think about it…), and you know what? As much as we all love Lupin as a character, he IS a danger to the students! I get you wanna give the guy a fair shot but (again, spoilers if you never saw these) he is just a human being. If he forgets to take his potion for whatever reason, he could turn into a werewolf make a meal of the whole damn school.

Wanna go back further? How long did Buffy’s mom have no clue what her hero daughter was doing? Put aside the gut reaction of “Young lady! You put that stake down and get your hands off that old (but hot) vampire right now and go do your homework!” and think about it for a second: Her daughter was a hero. An awesome hero who literally went to hell and back to save lives. Buffy had her friends, she had Giles (the definition of awesome), but her mom was mostly in the dark and portrayed as a bit of a ditz before she finds out after two years of washing bloodstains out of her daughter’s clothes!! But can you imagine if she’d had her daughter’s back from the beginning!? If she came home at night to a proud mom who had a hot cup of tea and some bandages ready and saying “Great job on saving the world AND getting all your homework done, sweetie.” Because remember, Buffy graduated. Yeah, she’s proud of Buffy later, but at first she saw Buffy as a typical trouble making teen; remaining willfully ignorant of what her daughter is going through. And if you’ve seen the show, Buffy really could have used her mom’s support.

Now, I’m 33 years old but I remember being a preteen and teenager. I thought all adults were idiots and they didn’t get me or understand life the way I did because I was so smrt and knew just ALL the things. But I DIDN’T. Not only did I NOT know everything, I had really smart adults guiding me to make the right decisions in my life. As a parent, I’m a little afraid of the idea being marketed to kids that adults know nothing or are useless.

I get it, though. As a teen, you know more about life yet you are still at the mercy of everything and everyone. Even if you’re one of those responsible, level-headed kids (like I was), you still get the sense you are not in control and you’re being pandered to because of your age. I remember telling adults “I know I don’t know everything, but you’re ignoring what I DO know!” Ya know the shocker? My mother listened. Not all parents/adults are idiots.

Pertaining to the heading, I’m not saying YA is raising a generation of idiots, I’m saying it’s encouraging kids to believe the generation ahead of them is useless to them, can never understand them, never listen to them, and is an implicit danger to them. Of course there are major exceptions (we can start with any adult comic book hero, but again a lot of them had dead/absent parents) but the overwhelming idea is to fear and shun adults because they are either useless or the source of your problems. And it’s scary to see so many of these characters to be unwilling or unable to turn to their parents for help because one day, my daughter may look up to characters like these and assume I’m of no use to her.

Don’t get me wrong; I am completely aware that it is MY job to be a parent and earn my child’s faith that I’m not an idiot and can help her. If I’ve done my job right, I’ll be the first one she comes to. But media has a powerful sway over people of any age (TwiMoms, anyone?) and it scares me how often I watch a movie or a cartoon and think: Where the hell are the parents and why are they morons?! Who keeps letting the Rugrats get more than five feet without supervision?! I wanna smack Timmy Turner’s parents just right in the face… I find myself going back to older cartoons because Kim Possible’s parents were reDONKulously proud of her and – while a bit of a ninny himself – Professor Utonioum was proud of his girls, too.

I’m also a writer. Stories need conflict. It’s kinda the point. And perfect lives don’t make riveting stories or back-stories. “I was born in a perfect family with perfect parents and lived a perfect life till I died of old age surrounded by love. The end.” Better hold on tight for that literary roller roaster. However, the default setting shouldn’t be dead, incompetent, or ignorant (willfully or not) adults, pandering to the worst feelings adolescents have about the world. I would love to see a major franchise sweep the nation for young people showing their parents as a competent support to their children at the very least. It could show them that the world may suck; I have to fight demons, there’s a war, there’s a bully, there are zombies, the sky is on fire, and the aliens stole my lunch money again. But when I came home? My parents told me I did a good job. I got a hug and somebody told me it’s gonna be ok.

And the worst part about all this? As parents they tell us the kids need our attention and support in order to really thrive. The kid’s entertainment tells them in order to be great, their parents need to get the hell out of the way. It shouldn’t be all or nothing here. I tell my daughter we’re a team so her heroes should have parents on their team, too.


Battle Royale – Chapters 1-5

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Ok, I’m finally getting to read this book after checking it out from the library numerous times and having to give it back before I could even start it.

Too many books coming in at the same time. I have a reading problem and I have no shame about it.

So, I sit down on my lunch break to start this book (supposedly the Hunger Games was inspired by this, though the author claims she hasn’t read the book) and begin this story, fully prepared for the violence level I’ve read about in various reviews.

Or at least I thought I was.

Hence these posts.

I’ve decided to blog about every 5 chapters to share my thoughts as I go and to brain dump the Lord of the Flies, Handmaid’s TaleFahrenheit 451 level depression and House of a Thousand Corpses level violence in this book. If you would like to follow along with me, feel free.

Also, there may be spoilers for the book for those of you following along with me but not reading. And I will probably curse… A lot.

I watch a decent amount of random Japanese horror movies so I spy the trailer for Battle Royale the movie and figure the book is just as bad or worse. The summaries of both are enough to tell you this not a book about bunny snuggling, these kids are kidnapped, shackled with exploding collars, and told to fight to the death till only one is left. Then you win!


As of 5 chapters in, I am hooked. I cannot use the word “love” in terms of this book because the chain of thought that says “I love this book where random teens are getting killed!” just doesn’t seem right. But I am enthralled and curious enough to want to keep going despite how completely horrifying it is.

We meet Shuya Nanahara, an unassuming kid, on a study trip with the rest of his ninth grade class. He is very smart to sense something is wrong when he is on a bus full of kids that’s completely quiet. He passes out and wakes up in an unfamiliar classroom with a metal collar around his neck. As the kids slowly awaken, Kinpatsu Sakamochi walks in with some soldiers to announce they were the chosen class to participate in this year’s “Program.”

The kids know about the program, having known people who knew people who were chosen or seeing the broken and bloodied “winners” on TV, and are understandably scared out of their minds. The Program is used as a conscription system for the youth of this alternate universe, dystopian Japan to protect their country. To show he’s not freakin kidding, Sakamochi has the corpse of their former teacher, Mr. Hayashida (who didn’t want his class in this deathmatch), pulled in and a soldier pumps a few rounds into the corpse’s head to spray brain matter on the students in the front row.

As of right now, Sakamochi creeps me out to no end. We are not even 50 pages into the book when he smiles and drops that he raped another woman, school superintendent Mrs. Ano, who also thought “Gee, I would rather not have my students fight to the death.” as calmly as you would say “I went to Starbucks before work today.” My brain goes:

(I have to be funny or this book will break my brain)

Yoshitoki Kuninobu, a childhood friend of Nanahara’s, has the proper reaction a person would have when hearing an adult you admired was hurt, flips out and threatens to kill Sakamochi.

This earns him a body full of Special Defense Forces bullets.

Noriko Nakagawa rushes to help her classmate and is shot in the leg for getting out of her seat without permission.

Fumiyo Fujiyoshi whispers as Sakamochi goes through the rules of the game and earns a knife in the forehead as punishment.

My jaw fell open and I was as dumbstruck as the remaining students in that room.

My fellow readers, this is no Hunger Games. I’ve seen the start to those; the kids in battle gear, training, trussed up and paraded in front of the masses before thrown to the woods to survive. But this… Two dead students and the game DIDN’T START YET.

A quick disclaimer: I have not seen The Hunger Games apart from the opening and some trailers so comparisons to that will officially stop here. I’ll watch the Battle Royale movie, then Hunger Games and (maybe) write up a comparison later.

For now? I’m a little scared to see the movie or continue to read the book. I have been told by friends who’ve read it to “Strap in.” As I leave the first five chapters with 40 of 42 students remaining all wearing explosive collars being told to write lines of “We will kill each other” and “If I don’t kill, I will be killed” I am chilled to the bone. I feel trapped along with them.

And how do I know how many kids are left? There’s a handy note at the end of each chapter so you can’t lose count.

How helpful. (/sarcasm)