“Apocalypse Dad” was trending on Twitter. I had to see why.
It was because of this epic thread (unrolled for easy reading).
So, yesterday my daughter (9) was hungry and I was doing a jigsaw puzzle so I said over my shoulder “make some baked beans.” She said, “How?” like all kids do when they want YOU to do it, so I said, “Open a can and put it in pot.” She brought me the can and said “Open it how?”
“With a can opener!” I said, incredulous. She brought me the can opener and we both stared at it. I realized I’d never taught her to use it. Most cans now have pull-tops. I felt like a dope. What kind of apocalypse father doesn’t teach his kid how to use a manual can opener?!?
So I said, “How do you think this works?” She studied it and applied it to the top of the can, sideways. She struggled for a while and with a big, dramatic sigh said, “Will you please just open the can?” Apocalypse Dad was overjoyed: a Teaching Moment just dropped in my lap!
I said, “The little device is designed to do one thing: open cans. Study the parts, study the can, figure out what the can-opener inventor was thinking when they tried to solve this problem.” (The can opener is also a bottle opener, but I explained that part wasn’t relevant.)
I went back to my jigsaw puzzle. She was next to me grunting and groaning trying to get the thing. I should say that spatial orientation, process visualization and order of operation are not things she… intuits. I knew this would be a challenge. But it was a rainy weekend.
Eventually she collapsed in a frustrated heap. I said, “Explain the parts.” She said, “This little wheel is meant to cut, these gears turn the wheel when you spin the handle. This other wheel looks like a gear but isn’t.” She couldn’t figure out the clamping step, a key element!
I said, “The tool is made to be pleasing but it doesn’t have any superfluous qualities. Everything that moves does so for a reason.” She said, “I hate you.” I’m sure she believes that she does. I said, “You understand everything except how the tool addresses the can.” She sighed.
At this point she said, “I don’t want baked beans” and marched off. Apocalypse Dad went into full ‘The Road’ Mode! “Sweetheart, neither of us will eat another bite today until we get into this can of beans.” She screamed “AUGH!” like Lucy Van Pelt. She read a book for awhile.
Soon she was back at the can. The top was all dented now, the lip of the can practically serrated from failed attempts. We studied the tool some more. She really wanted it to be oriented up and down or across the top of the can. The sideways orientation is very counterintuitive.
She was fixated on orienting the tool in a few configurations and couldn’t imagine other possibilities. I compared the can opener to other tools. By now we were working on anger-management and perseverance too. She suggested she open the can with a hammer. There were tears.
I told her stories of some of the great cans I’d opened over the years. She rolled her eyes. We talked about industrial design and what a funny little device the opener is. I showed how I open cans with a Buck knife. I rhapsodized about cold Spaghetti-Os straight from the can!
Eventually she had it all figured out. She had the placement of the tool, she could turn the handle and the can would spin (we were down on the floor by this point), but the “kachunk” of puncturing the lid still eluded us. We’d been at it for SIX HOURS on and off. We were hungry.
I’d been tempted many times along the way to guide her hand. I wanted her to experience the magnificence of the can opener SO MUCH I couldn’t stand the suspense. Neither of us likes baked beans that much—the cupboards are bare—so it seemed like a paltry reward for this work.
I’d forgotten how finicky the tool really is, particularly when it comes to the puncture. She had it all lined up! But the cutting wheel is a little wobbly (by design) and you have to really get on top of it to clamp it down. You know the feeling? You can misfire the damn thing!
Finally she squeezed down on it and, although it was a misfire, a light went off in her head. Many times throughout the day she’d yelled at me, “My brain is fuzzy! I can’t think of anything else to try!!!” and I’d say, “When your brain doesn’t work, trust your hands.”
She felt the tool click over the lip of the can. I saw it in her hands. By this point she’d developed a little ritual of addressing the tool to the can: starting with it on a vertical axis and rotating it to the horizontal while clamping down in a single motion. A choreography.
She looked at me expectantly, excitedly. After six hours of trying you don’t want to express too much hope. Was this another blind alley? The can had been through hell, label ripped off, dented, sharpened and burred, a veteran of a thousand psychic wars. She knew, though.
She set up again, carefully, and brought the Swing-a-Way to bear on the can of S&W baked beans with the meticulousness of Roger Moore extracting a detonator from an ICBM in The Spy Who Loved Me. A soft pop resounded in the room, so different from all the other sounds we’d made.
She didn’t look up. She knew the action. A little baked bean sauce appeared. She savored each twist until the lid, as I hoped it would, rewarded her by standing perfectly at attention, saluting her effort and ingenuity. She was elated and carried it to the kitchen in both hands.
She knew this was a commonplace task and a common tool but also that this was serious business. She knows her dad, and the stock I put in these things. A more mechanically inclined kid might have figured it out in minutes. She factored the scale, but was rightfully proud.
I’m proud of her too. I know I’m infuriating. I know this is parenting theater in some ways. I suffer from a lack of perseverance myself, and like all parents throughout history I’m trying to correct my own mistakes in the way I educate my child. She sees through this.
The Swing-a-Way can opener is a little voodoo doll for us now. It will reappear as an allegory many more times in her life, you can be sure. She knows this too. But this is an allegory of triumph. I wish I had more of those for myself. I wish I had more stories like this.
The only problem is now she wants to open every fucking can in the house!
That was fantastic.
The internet, however, hated it.
There is a time for the Socratic Method of teaching. That wasn’t it. I’m betting your daughter won’t remember this as a happy day like you seem to be. She’s going to remember being angry and crying and hungry and Dad caring more about a can opener.
— ? ? Carina Hilbert✌️ (@CarinaHilbert) January 3, 2021
I want to smack the shit out of him. Big man tormenting his hungry little kid.
— The Hoarse Whisperer (@TheRealHoarse) January 3, 2021
It’ll be one of those stories she tells her therapist one day, about how her terrible father thought it was cool to let a 9-year-old go hungry for 6 hours instead of tearing himself away from a jigsaw puzzle for 5 minutes and showing her how to use a can opener
— mr gabriel ❄️ tentacles (@trash_gabe) January 3, 2021
All I’m hearing is “that time I told my dad I was hungry and he wouldn’t let me eat for another six hours for no good reason.”
Like… did you ever go through that as a kid? You go too long hungry and you just feel sick and like you might pass out? No? Then don’t do it to the kid— Communist Siren ☭ (@a_queer_ius) January 3, 2021
And, of course, because the personal is political ad everything is social justice, this is evil, white man, misogyny.
That fact deeply depressed me. What is that? Why is that? I also strongly suspect her gender plays into how he handled this.
— Minipiccolominipiccolominipiccolominipiccolominipi (@MavetyStreet) January 3, 2021
“Yesterday a “teachable moment” fell into my lap, and I taught my daughter that I think it’s funny when I withhold information and food!” –you
Also maybe think about how, while people of all sorts are aghast at this, it’s only white men congratulating you.
— it’s Casey *space noises* (he/him) (@Ela_Hadrun) January 3, 2021
Here is someone who managed to tie this to Trump because TDS is a thing.
Having been raised by an asshole just like Apocalypse Dad, I’m here to tell you he’s an abusive, manipulative, jackass with a narcissism component that rivals Trump’s.
— Toots, Empress of Entropy ????? (@TootsTheRed) January 3, 2021
Then there is this Tweet.
Mum: look, this is how it works. Daughter: gee, thanks mum. Dinner is served. Time elapsed: 5 minutes. This is why women live so much longer.
— Steph Dyhrberg (@StephDyhrberg) January 3, 2021
And I wonder if the astronauts on Apollo 13 would have survived if they were women raised this way.
Teaching is important but so is “figure it out.”
There is no self-reliance like the self-reliance that comes from figuring something out.
One of my favorite books is Hatchet by Gary Paulsen. In it, Brian Robeson, the main character is a 13-year-old boy who is stranded in the wilderness after a plane crash. He has to survive by figuring things out on his own.
The lesson in figuring out how a can opener works by studying it was far more useful than just being shown.
The daughter was in no danger, even six hours without food isn’t a danger.
As an adult, you won’t always have someone to show you how to do something, and sometimes you just have to forge ahead and figure it out.
The people complaining at him, I would venture a guess, are all soft people who don’t know what end of a hammer to hold and without an instructional video would starve and die.
Next tool is a Church key! With out this tool have of America won’t know what beer is.
I remember in larry niven’s footfall the aliens invade earth andgo through a video store. They find the porn section and decide itsinstructional videos because humans are too stupid to mate without instructions. I laughed at this 30+ years ago… now i realize their are likely people like this in our society.
Sure, but we have thumbs.
These are the assholes who called CPS on my husband and I when we allowed our daughters (nine and six at the time) to walk to the neighborhood park unaccompanied.
Actual learning has occurred, and that scares many professional educators. Figuring out things on one’s own, delaying gratification, and pushing through ‘mental fuzziness’ with perseverance can set up the dangerous habit of thinking for one’s self and relying on one’s self- which is Doubleplusungood Badthink.
6 hours to finger out a CAN OPENER? At age 9 I was taking apart and assembling a 1911…
he should give her a p38 can opener..
brilliant and beautiful! if i had thought to do this with my child, i would have gone outlandishly exuberant when she succeeded; neighbors at the end of the block would have heard me cheering. i wonder of the six hours though i am challenged with manual can openers even now. glad it was not a p38 can opener.
My family has this irritating way of saying “because you’re dad” when I do something or know something that they don’t expect me to know or be able to do.
Friday daughter comes to me and asks me to order a bracket for the TV they were given for Christmas, a hand me down. I look it over and say “Does it fit your TV?”
She looks at it and finally asks if I will go measure and verify that it fits their TV. I tell her “No, go measure and figure it out yourself.”
About 30 minutes later she comes down and explains why she got the old version, because it was sized for their TV. That TV’s have a standard for those hole patterns in the back and the bracket in question met that standards and to the best of her ability to measure, she was pretty sure that the bolt hole pattern on the back of the TV was standard as well.
I ordered the bracket and talked with her a bit. She learned much more than how to size a bracket to a TV. And she “got it” in terms of how to apply that knowledge to other things. But more importantly to me, she got it as to how I know so many different things. I read and try and learn all the time. And I remember those things and am able to apply it to new situations.
This dad could have helped. But he was there supporting her the entire time. He did a good job. The critics all seem to have the same attitude, hold your hand out and wait for somebody to provide for you.
“The critics all seem to have the same attitude, hold your hand out and wait for somebody to provide for you.”
Which is the goal. They want people to depend on Big Brother to provide for them. They also want only trained and certified credentialed experts to do things they are trained for, and for everyone else to ‘stay in their lane’.
Yes, these are the people that look to the government to solve all their problems, and like it. They realise that she might not be like them, therefore evil and must be handled. Freedom is a dangrous thing so they want to lock it away (in a can that the figure you cannot open)
No surprise: I enjoyed the story until J posted the criticisms. I’m not sure that we as a society are better off with social media than we were without it. Just sayin’.
That girl learned how to learn, not just how to perform a task.
Social media will go down in history as more destructive than the Black Death.
The story that a mom would have just showed her how to use the opener and had dinner ready in 5 minutes is why so many women grow up to be waitresses instead of engineers.
I find it funny, that “Veteran of the Psychic Wars” was playing while I was reading this 😀
So, these loons are all butthurt, and in full TDS/WhiteManBaaaad mode, because he equipped his child (A GIRL!!, no less) to be autonomous, figure things out, and be self reliant?
They are anii, he is a hero.
My own daughter is biracial. Since I realize that the world is chock full of hateful assholes, I wanted her to be mentally equipped to take whichever one of these richard cephali (family friendly version) down a notch or three, when that needed doing.
So, I played “The Dozens” with my 5 year old daughter.
“The Dozens” is a game, sort of, and you can tell which participant “won”. He is the one that the “loser” shot. In my iteration, Darling Daughter and I competed to develop the most imaginative, and non vulgar, insults that we could.
She got pretty imaginative. She grew up to be a woman who worked her own way through school, with a daughter who was in-and-out of peds ICU. She had three more children, works full time at a managerial level position, and has herself a nice job, a nice little family, a nice little life, and is not lacking in self confidence.
And, to quote the Shake and Bake commercial from so long ago, “and I helped!”
I suspect the majority of the negative twits would consider themselves to be pro-Feminist, pro-Education, and pro-Female Empowerment.
Yet, when a dad teaches his daughter how to be all of these, they howl in outrage.
The twitter responses make me weep for this country.
The attitude that learning or work is beneath one’s status or station is nothing new, and what is a Leftist other than a wannabe Aristocrat?
To be fair, a can opener’s design can seem fairly nonintuitive. I’ve had more than one incidence where it takes me a few minutes to properly affix it to the can.
But yeah. They bang on and on about ‘organic learning’, but when someone does just that, they freak out.
Did anyone else read these critical responses and feel a sudden urge to start singing ‘A Country Boy Can Survive’?
I was singing The Battle Hymn of the Republic by the time I got to the end of the story. Then the comments came and sucked away my joy in life. I wish Apocalypse dad had been my dad. For the record I am female. Not all females are horrible shrews like you see in the comments.
My oldest daughter (just shy of fifteen) has gotten it into her head that she wants to pursue a career as a farrier – someone who trims horses hooves, shoes horses, and is basically a cross between a podiatrist, blacksmith, and veterinarian.
I don’t want to push her into deciding her life’s path before she even starts high school, but I was more than happy to provide her the stack of farrier text books she request as gifts for Christmakkuh.
How’s that for “empowerment,” feminists?
eh… I’m with the internet herd here. This isn’t time for the Socratic method. And this isn’t a man/woman thing. I’m sure a boy would struggle as well.
She didn’t know because she wasn’t shown a common household task, as she normally would be by that age. That’s the parents fault. Just show her, buy a few different types and let her figure out the other ones. Like the one on your swiss army knife.
The girl appears too stupid to call up youtube, how will she figure out a can opener? 50-50 chance she’d think, screwit, put the can back and pick something to eat herself. I’m sure they had more than a can of beans around.
BTW – What the hell are these people eating that everything comes with a pop lid? Most of my cans don’t.