What’s this drivel about ‘my house, my rules’? Where does this idea come from?
There are currently bonkers people on the radio, discussing how their 20-year-old daughter isn’t allowed boyfriends in her room when back from university. ‘My house, my rules’ is the usual explanation, which of course isn’t an explanation at all, but doesn’t even make sense in itself. You don’t own your kids. Maybe you can impose rules while they’re effectively grown up but still under 18, but 20? Get a grip. If there are actual reasons, spell them out. But you don’t get to declare yourself sovereign of your own little territory – who said you could do that? How silly.
I suspect the real reasons are ‘sky-fairy says no’ or ‘I don’t want to acknowledge my daughter is growing up’. Not brain surgery. Here are some of the other meaningless justifications:
- It’s about decorum.
- My parents never let me.
- I was brought up this way.
- I just don’t think it’s appropriate.
- I don’t want to think about it.
- I’m a single mother and I’m very aware what people think of me. (srsly)
I also like the mother who, when she visits her daughter’s house, demands the boyfriend sleep in another room. 2009, people.
And this is all discussed on Radio 2, at midday. The daughter in question must be mortified – poor woman.