Fathers, teach your sons.

Vox Day has a particular dislike for the Boomer generation due in no small part to their collective tendency to reframe every discussion back to themselves. The other day he composed a scathing screed as a result of a Boomer infestation in his comments section. A taste:

Look, while I can’t speak for younger generations, I can say that on the average, Generation X HATES and DESPISES your generation. That’s just a fact. We hate your stupid music. We hate your narcissism. We despise the way so many of you have neither the time nor the inclination to love our children the way our grandparents loved us. We hate what a pain in the ass you are now that you’re starting to require caretaking but are still determined to live where and how you want to live. We hate the way so many of you are actually hoping to leave nothing to your kids and grandkids and “die with the most toys”. Decades ago, we actually used to joke that your generation would be babbling about “70 is SEXY” when it got old, and then you guys actually WENT AND DID it.

As entertaining as that is it was a comment on the piece that really caught my attention:

I had “good” boomer parents. Christian, stay at home mom, etc. My dad would pick on me for not taking good enough care of the spare car. It didn’t occur to him to say “Now that you’re driving, Kat, here’s when and how to maintain the car.” I guess he thought I’d petition for the right to be taught basic life skills or something. If I didn’t know something they’d blame me for not knowing it instead of thinking that perhaps it was at least partially on them for not teaching me.

The teaching of life skills to their sons was a responsibility that somehow passed by the Boomers. My own father was born a few years before the Boomer arc, a fact which he is quick to point out to anyone so foolish as to lump him in with such an unpopular group. He did teach my brother and me some life skills, but not as many as I would have liked. Still, it was more a result of my lunatic feminist mother’s blocking skills than a lack of effort on his part.

But this broad gap in the teaching and passing of basic knowledge to Generation X by their Boomer parents is a complaint that I come across with some regularity. Even worse is the additional noted Boomer tendency to mock their children for somehow not knowing the same things that the Boomers were taught by their fathers but failed to pass on themselves.

In addition, with so many young men today being in the unfortunate position of having only a single mother to guide them, it is imperative that those boys who do have a father in the house to get as much teaching as they can possibly get.

Boys love it when their dads teach them. The earliest memory that I have is from when I was about 4 years old. We lived in a cool old house in Bayswater, Perth, and out the back was a ramshackle yard, perfect for little kids to have adventures. My father was remodeling the house and there was a large pile of scrap lumber and other assorted cast-offs and bits and pieces. I turned it into my own scrap lumber yard, complete with a small counter where I could “sell” my goods to all of my customers, (my dad).

In my little yard I would categorize and set into order all my precious inventory. I remember in particular my large box of nails, each twisted lump of metal painstakingly removed from a length of 4 x 2 with my own small tool kit, my most precious possession.

My demented mother of course absolutely hated the very idea that I enjoyed the idea of being a common tradesman. Things got no better for her when I passed onto my next stage which was a total fascination with all things military.

So to all those fathers out there of boys and teenagers, make sure that you teach your sons. Show them how to fix a leaky tap, or change out an electrical fuse, or do basic maintenance on the family car. Not only are these skills critical for any man, but it is an excellent way to mold the boy into the solid man that hopefully one day he can become. While teaching him some solid practical skills there can also be a seemingly casual discussion where certain red pill knowledge is imparted as well.

Things that the Boomers seemingly never could be bothered to do.

23 thoughts on “Fathers, teach your sons.

  1. My dad taught me so little, I cherish (sarc) what he did pass on. I’ll never forget when he taught me about credit cards. With pride in his wisdom he pointed to the minimum payment box and said “always make sure you pay that amount”.

    Thank God I have a brain. My siblings weren’t so lucky. They are both crushed by debt.

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    1. Nick Mgtow

      My Dad taught me to hate bad debt, but, what I liked the most, is, even that I’m not a tradesman like him, I absolutely can fix a lot of stuff by myself, just like him. I got his genius, his creative side, I know how to use a machete, a hammer, and many more tools. He never saw me as an ignorant kid, but as an adult in the future, so, always treated me like such.

      I’m blessed that I had a Dad like him.

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  2. Adam T

    And there I was thinking it was just me that got absolutely zero guidance from my father on how life worked and what it was like to be an adult. Amazing that they could all be such assholes.

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  3. Allen

    Love their grandchildren? I’m not sure many of them even love their own children that much. I think a lot of them had children as a form of virtue signaling. They sure as hell weren’t going to teach them anything, it might have cut into their endless “me” time.

    The time I spent with my boys teaching them is a treasure to me. How any man could pass that up is beyond me.

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  4. MatrixTransform

    my father taught me to be strong, stoic and independent.
    And my brothers … each of them hard fuckers in their own pain-in-the-arse way.
    Fuck I hated him

    …and he used to say “one day, you’ll thank me you ungrateful prick”

    and years, years later when my own son was getting married and my Old Man and my brother we being rude and abrasive at the reception surrounded by the effete Melbourne Intelligentsia.

    I thanked him.

    Brother had just given him spray for something really stupid he’d just said.
    And the Old Man looked at me said “WTF is wrong with that prick?”
    I told him ” nothin mate, he is strong willed and independent, just like you made him”

    And my brother’s missus is a conniving pain.
    And mine cant exist in comfort unless I lock the front gate in the morning
    And my kids hate me for being a white, raciss, sexist, privileged asshole.

    And all is right with the world.

    They’re walking in my footsteps and they have no fucking idea.

    signed SomeBloke

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  5. Post Alley Crackpot

    I don’t think I actually ever met my real father.

    The man living in our house was what he became after my mother verbally abused and psychologically manipulated him into becoming completely compliant with her insane wishes.

    So as much as it would be appropriate for me to join in this discussion about fathers teaching their sons, my lessons are mostly in the form of what not to do that were learned on a very up close and personal basis.

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  6. Stay at home mom, hard working college professor father, four kids. I grew up in about as close to a traditional childhood as you can imagine. Unfortunately my father had a philosophy. He was well paid for teaching college and he was happy to pay someone to do what they were good at also, like car maintenance and repair, plumbing, electrical, etc. We never built anything, never fixed anything. It wasn’t horrible but I didn’t learn how to do much of anything non-academic (which I learned how to do really well). He even actively discouraged me from working on one of our cars since it wasn’t his thing.

    Years later, having become a very good motorcycle mechanic, fixing and maintaining all my vehicles myself, wiring up my old garage by myself I remember my mother looking at my wife’s car, which had the whole steering wheel assembly torn apart as I replaced the turn signal switch and asking “where on earth did you learn how to do this stuff?”. I didn’t really have a good answer.

    Takeaway, I don’t know that a great childhood requires a father who teaches those types of skills but it would have been nice if there had been a few sprinkled here and there over the years. On the other hand I did learn the important lessons about personal responsibility, etc.

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  7. TechieDude

    My dad wasn’t a super handyman, but he taught all of us to be independent, and for the boys, at least give a shot at doing something yourself before paying someone to do something. Or fixing it rather than throwing it away.

    I grew up in a idyllic suburb where there were many families. All had fathers as the head of the house. Most while not religious (or pious) were at least nominally christian. The other fathers made a huge impression on me, and all of us learned from them. My neighbor had no kids. He was like a second father to me. He was always fixing, or building something – A car, a motorycle, lawnmowers others had thrown out. He sold me my first bike – a 78 yamaha 650 twin.

    My best friends dad was intimidating. But he’d dispatch advice and guidance even past when I had married. I’ll never forget the look on his face when I was gloating that my accountant wife did all the finances, and I didn’t have to lift a finger. The expression was the same I’d have talking with an idiot lunatic. I told me in no uncertain terms that I had better take that role back.

    These guys were all children of the depression and korean war vets. I was so lucky. And i passed this knowledge to my own kids. Like above, I’m in the phase where the first of three realized that maybe the old man was right more often than not…

    “When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much he had learned in seven years.” Was attributed to Mark Twain.

    It’s thanksgiving today in the US and I’m super grateful and blessed to have grown up in that time, around those men.

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  8. My father (depression baby) taught me (boomer) and I passed things onto my kids (Gen X). My son has risen to exceed me, and I’m pleased as punch.

    Vox can be entertaining, but I have as yet to meet a Gen Xer that hated Boomers. I know they are out there and a lot of them are simply entitled morons who couldn’t be bothered to learn from dad because they wanted a big paycheck so they wouldn’t have to dirty their hands on the “demeaning” things in life. If they didn’t get that big paycheck they thought the world owed them, then daddy would just have to pick up the slack.

    My son bought a motorcycle and got himself head over heels in debt and he asked for help. I told him that he had done things against my counsel and what I had taught him and he would have to get himself out. He learned the lesson he needed to learn.

    Antifa is full of the prissy sort of gen Xer and millenials that think we owe them wealth. They need to quit rioting and get a job and scratch. The world owes them nothing except contempt if they don’t get to work.

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    1. Yeah, you’ve met a different form of GenX’r than my experience. To me what you’re describing when you say “If they didn’t get that big paycheck they thought the world owed them, then daddy would just have to pick up the slack” describes the millennials.

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  9. My dad was a good provider but didn’t teach me much in life skills. I don’t blame him, he didn’t have many of those skills to pass on and I was smart enough to figure out almost everything but girls.

    What hurts me is this same attitude replicating itself in the business world. I was 28 years old before getting my first full-time, non-seasonal job and that hurt. I made the mistake of training for a career in insurance when the industry was trying as hard as it could to justify its endless H1b visa abuse, and a white male wanting a job with them was a problem to be concealed. (As I found out in hindsight.)

    Even when I finally got a (not-insurance) career going, my superiors were not interested in mentorship. The most they did was pay for continuing-ed classes because those cost them nothing, being tax write-offs. Even today, as a fully credentialed professional, I wish I could occasionally take a potential problem to somebody more experienced, just to ensure it doesn’t turn into a real problem. Or get experience in the profession other than my specific, day-to-day tasks.

    I can teach myself out of a book. That’s great, but when it comes to dealing with other people and avoiding the pitfalls of inexperience, book learning is not enough. Someday I’ll be thrust into a position of real power with a patchwork background of incredible skill and unjustifiable ignorance, and praying to God to help me swim because if I can’t make it work than nobody can.

    It never seems to occur to “those of a certain age” that I’m going to replace them regardless of their plan to work forever. Who even wants to do that? I hope when I’m 70 years old, I get to spend half my day training my successors and the other half lounging on the beach while they make me money. I WANT to train the next generation. There is no greater honor for a Christian than to be a critical influence in the life of an immortal soul while he’s young.

    I can’t have children but I can still have apprentices.

    But the workplace Boomers want to work 60 hours a week until they keel over at the desk with no successor. At least during all the economic slumps, I’ve learned to wander outside and enjoy life. Even among my peers, I’m the only guy who takes vacations.

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  10. Ronald

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    Adam I’m curious as to how you’ll react to my poster. (I designed it, so I think it’s terrific.)

    You do great stuff; keep up the good work!

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  11. Ronald

    file:///C:/Users/HHC/AppData/Local/Microsoft/Windows/INetCache/Content.Outlook/20L2PZIY/Ron%20Bradley%20A1%20Can%20your%20love%20last.pdf

    2nd try. Should work!

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  12. “I can teach myself out of a book. That’s great, but when it comes to dealing with other people and avoiding the pitfalls of inexperience, book learning is not enough.”

    Book learning is not enough in the trades either. You have to get the experience to be able to hear or feel problems. I have customers routinely come in with Harley’s and the complaint “it is making a noise.”. The book doesn’t tell you what noise it is making or what makes that noise, especially since noise transfers. I had a customer come in with a “primary noise”. I listened for a couple minutes and suggested that his engine was about to fail (not primary noise). He left to go on his trip after telling me that it didn’t sound like that to him but he’d bring it in after the trip. Two days later, phone call from the top of Mt St Helens where his engine had failed. He was calling to let me know that his buddy was hiring a truck to tow it back to me. Inexperience would have had me chasing the noise through the bike and charging the customer to look at the wrong things.

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