STFU Parents: Parents Who Get Explosively Angry About Fourth Of July Fireworks Need To Chill, Part II
It’s that time of the year again, when fun-loving, possibly overly patriotic, definitely pyrotechnic-inclined Fourth of July enthusiasts break out their big ol’ box of fireworks and celebrate the American way, much to the detriment of parents of young children. Every year, as the holiday approaches, parents gear up for yet another stretch of sleepless nightsâ€”iPhones in their hands, Facebook apps open, their thumbs at the ready to pound out angry status updates along the lines of, “I’m about to call the cops on my asshole neighbors who are shooting off fireworks and having fun, loudly, in the proximity of my precious sleeping baby!” It’s a tale as old as, well, whenever the tradition of shooting off fireworks began. And it’s a complex argument, because everything about both the revelry and the complaining is rooted in utter selfishness.
The people who shoot off the fireworks are, obviously, going to wait until it’s dark outside, which happens to be right around the time little kids are hitting their REM sleep cycle, and the more beer those people drink and CCR or Brad Paisley or Pitbull they listen to, the more hype that fireworks show is going to get. And then the parents who complainÂ are, obviously, going to act like they’ve never lit a firework or a sparkler in their lives as they preach about peace and quietâ€”i.e. THEIR peace and quietâ€”and their kids’ inability to sleep, all while ignorantly acting like they won’t happily introduce fireworks to their kids’ lives the minute their children want to enjoy them, too. In fact, and I’m not trying to be rude here, I get very skeptical when kids are of “fireworks-loving age” and they despise the loud booms and twinkling of lights. It makes me think their parents drilled it into their heads that fireworks are dangerous and never to be appreciated, kind of like those parents who tell their kids they can’t ride roller coasters because they might die or can’t jump off the high dive (if those even exist anymore) because they might get injured. I’m not saying kids should all have a healthy fondness for danger, loud noises, and traveling at high speeds, but I always lift a brow if a little kid says he or she “hates” fireworks. I think, “Is it because the kid is averse to them, or is it because they take after their uptight, whiny parents?”
Either way, my point is whether you’re for or against the recreational use of fireworks on/around the Fourth of July, you’re approaching the holiday with a subjective perspective. You either want to set off fireworks, be loud, and have fun with no concern for others, or you want to slide into your jammies at 8pm, put your kids to bed, and quietly watch Netflix completely undisturbed on the nation’s biggest summer holiday. I never understand why so many parents take the time to get angry about something that truly has no right or wrong answer. Sure, fireworks are illegal in certain cities or states (four states, to be exact), but so are lots of things, like taking an illegal U-turn when it’s convenient, or performing sexual acts with a dog. None of us is a paragon of virtue, and the Fourth of July is the perfect time to let your inner pyrotechnic outâ€”within reason, of course. I’m all for parents’ argument that fireworks are risky and could blow off someone’s hand or set a neighbor’s lawn on fire, but wouldn’t it be easier to just walk over to their neighbors’ party and talk to them if that’s a real fear? Or maybe forget about it entirely and put in some earbuds? It’s kind of like when babies cry on planes and everyone else just deals with it. If you’re the person griping about a baby who just will NOT stop crying on a two-hour flight, maybe the issue has more to do with you, you know?
The vast majority of people celebrating on the Fourth of JulyÂ are in it for the good times, the celebration of independence to act like an idiot. That’s what America is all about. Try not to spoil itÂ for them, because soon enough, the buckets o’ firecrackers will be empty and everyone will resume life as slightly-more mild-mannered civilians who don’t set stuff on fire for fun. Let’s hope. Until then, take a Xanax or something, angry parents. So many of you write hostile, even violent, things on Facebook to get your anger out when you could just be snoozing in a light drug-induced coma or trying to soothe your children back to sleep and remembering that it’ll all be over soon. Look at the bright side: Fireworks may come and go, but the freedom to privately bitch about your neighbors lasts forever.