I think peer pressure is usually a good thing. Yeah, yeah. I know people of all ages do really stupid things because they think they, too, can jump off a bridge and survive. But most of the time, peer pressure in my experience has only caused me to be a better person. Be it to want to stand out more, or less, in class or to step up my clothes from sloppy to casual or even to be a little more social. I benefit from the feedback that peer pressure provides me.
I know. I know. Totally backwards to the current psychobabble about self-esteem (whatevah) and bullying (so tired of this one). Who cares. Call me backwards. I think screwing with the fundamentally innate behaviors that develop within micro-cultures is dangerous. Wait. That needs to be in bold print, I feel so strongly about it. I think screwing with the fundamentally innate behaviors that develop within micro-cultures is dangerous.
And so I bring to you this article that addresses the peer pressure of parents and of nosey Nellies. Parents are told to helicopter and nosey Nellies are everywhere. So.Very.Tired.Of.Nosey.Nellies. And Neds. I am tired of Nosey Neds, too.