Replying to @⁨sanitation@lemmy.today⁩

I’ve been having the same conversation with my kids for weeks now.

“Daddy, look, it’s that car you hate.”

“Daddy, we saw that car you hate.”

“Daddy, that car you hate just drove by.”

Finally today I was like, “Can you please stop calling it that? It’s not that I hate it. It’s just poorly made. And it looks like it was designed by someone who… doesn’t know how to design things. Because it was. And I think we can all agree about the ethical ramifications of buying a car from an avowed Nazi.” So I mean I guess maybe I do hate it, but it certainly gives away my political beliefs when they bring up that car I hate in mixed company.

Replying to @⁨Soup@lemmy.world⁩

If I could sway hearts and minds by getting into an argument at my daughter’s Girl Scout meeting, I’d happily do it. Hell I’d probably do it for fun if the mood struck me, but realistically that’s not how it works. No one would take the bait. Believe me, no one ever takes the bait.

So it’s just my kids awkwardly letting the world know that I rant about these things in private. And frankly I wouldn’t rant about politics to a six-year-old except that she kept saying she thought the Cybertruck looked “cool”, and I just wasn’t ok with that.

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Replying to @⁨jmp242@sopuli.xyz⁩

The Cybertruck might actually look at least a little quirky if it wasn’t a massive piece of garbage sold by a massive piece of garbage. If you can’t have the conversation, don’t go after largely unrelated things because it’s just unproductive and will lead to people ultimately not trusting you to actually mean what you say(and they’d be right). Besides, the lesson is far more impactful if you say that someone is allowed to think something is cool but that doesn’t take the place of an excuse to support it and the people behind it.

Replying to @⁨Soup@lemmy.world⁩

When they’re older, sure. But I don’t need my daughter telling people that the president is a Nazi, for example, because she’s not equipped to have that argument.

I mean she knows the president is a Nazi, but I told her not to talk about it with others and to generally not call people Nazis.

This led to her asking her mother, “What’s that N Word that Daddy didn’t want me to say again?”

Luckily she didn’t ask that in public.