Welcome to this week’s WTF Wednesday where you ask questions and I don’t.
Today’s question comes anonymously through the magic of the internet.
Dear IBMP,
Why do parents embarrass their children?
We recently answered a question about why children feel the need to embarrass their parents. It seems it’s time to tackle the other half of the equation.
To truly understand our species and why we are the way we are, it is sometimes valuable to review where we’ve been. Let’s take a brief look at the history of human embarrassment.
The first known incidence of embarrassment among humans was when one unfortunately absent-minded caveman left his cave without fully securing his loincloth. While attempting to impress a group of caveladies by juggling two saber-tooth tigers and a large porcupine, his loincloth dropped unceremoniously to the ground. The entire clan took immediate notice and the caveman grabbed the nearest thing available to cover his exposed cavemanly bits. That thing, unfortunately for the caveman, was the porcupine. Even if he had been able to remove all the quills, no cavelady wanted to have anything to do with the poor humiliated caveman.
Cavemen soon learned that embarrassing other cavemen was an effective way of getting the cavegirls for themselves. The ability to embarrass other members of the species became an important trait for being able to outcompete other males for mates.
Once the club was invented, early humans found that smashing a competitor’s brains in was a far more efficient means of getting the girls than giving him wedgies and posting “Kick Me” signs on his back. By this time, however, embarrassing others was deeply programmed in human DNA.
It was around this time in human history that language first appeared. This was a big step for early human parents as it was the beginning of such uniquely human characteristics as whining and pleading. For the first time, parents were being bombarded with high-pitched squeals about needing the new CaveBabe Barbie or Lego Star Wars Episode Negative 17,126.
While very tempting, tossing one’s child to the tigers is not a great evolutionary strategy and early cavegrown-ups were desperate for a way to threaten their children into behaving. Using their recently evolved embarrassment skills on their children proved largely ineffective at controlling their behavior but it sure as hell felt good.
It’s thought that if cavekids had not learned to speak, this parental embarrassment of children would not have been nearly as satisfying and may not have survived as a dominant trait. But they did, and it did.
Modern humans retain this trait. We see it in our parents and insist that we won’t be that way, but it’s in our DNA.
The answer to your question, then, is that we embarrass our children because we’re wired that way.
So kids, I suggest you just get over it; it’s not our fault.
Problem solved. You’re welcome!
JSD
December 14, 2011
You illustration is priceless!
Barmy Rootstock (IBMP)
December 14, 2011
I actually think that’s worse than showing up to school in your underwear.
Jacob Spire
December 14, 2011
The embarrassment gene is a scary thought. It’s like having a hardwired torturing device…
😀
Barmy Rootstock (IBMP)
December 14, 2011
I know what you mean. One little mutation and the gene might turn you into a serial killer or something. 🙂
angrymiddleagewoman
December 14, 2011
Wow – can you imagine how that poor porcupine felt?
Barmy Rootstock (IBMP)
December 14, 2011
Heehee. Yeah, I bet he was more embarrassed than the cavedude. Probably totally got picked on all through middle school after that. Poor guy.
paulkellis
December 14, 2011
It is an elemental need, isn’t it? Almost as if we, as parents, are preparing our offspring to endure disappointment. You know, it really doesn’t sound so bad when it’s put that way!
In an entirely other matter and not knowing if this has been asked before, I’ll hazard my own WTF Wednesday questions: “Why is it when we hear our parents’ voices coming out of our mouths, we can’t stop it? Sometimes we don’t even try. So, why are we astonished when it happens?”
Barmy Rootstock (IBMP)
December 14, 2011
Yes, I’m sure that’s it. Like rubbing a toddler’s hands in shit is preparing them to wipe their own bum. Other people do that too, right? Is it just me? Really? Well, still, I bet you’re right that it’s about preparing our offspring for survival in the wild.
As for the question, it’s a great one. Somewhere back in the archives I have a post about how hearing our parents’ voices come out of our mouths is worse than looking in the mirror and seeing them staring back. But why it happens and why we can’t or choose not to stop is certainly a question worth addressing. Thanks for submitting it.
GOF
December 14, 2011
The porcupine quill injuries sustained by that caveman must have been truly horrendous, but, as angry pointed out above so must have been the psychological trauma to the porcupine. Does this sort of thing still happen, and is there a porcupine counselling service somewhere that I can donate to?
Barmy Rootstock (IBMP)
December 14, 2011
You can send your check directly to me and I’ll see that it gets to the right place…
No doubt, somewhere a porcupine’s shrink was looking at a lifetime of income after that.
joy
December 14, 2011
we embarrass our children bc we keep forgetting not to. i kiss my son when i drop him off at school even though he has indicated daily that he is embarrassed, mortified, shamed, humiliated by it. i just forget. i forget that it’s really, really, really embarrassing if your mother loves you. i bet the other kids’ mothers kiss them too. they forget they’re not supposed to.
Barmy Rootstock (IBMP)
December 14, 2011
Yes, I think there’s some truth to that. Can’t tell you how many times I get the “Daaaaaaduh” and accompanying look that says “How many times do I have to tell you that you’re killing me with embarrassment here?” The last thing a pre-teen wants his friends to know is that he has loving, caring parents. Yeesh, what could be worse than that…
rommel
December 14, 2011
Nice history lesson. This blog is pure gem.
Barmy Rootstock (IBMP)
December 14, 2011
Glad you like it, rommel. Clearly the anthropology, archaeology and biology textbooks don’t want us to know the real history of the human race. I’m just bringing the truth to the people, man!
worrywarts-guide-to-weight-sex-and-marriage
December 14, 2011
I loved it when my kids were old enough to be embarassed (really embarassed) – around eleven or twelve – excellent discipline tool.
I love the cartoon and the caveman story – I imagined a picture of a foot and an arrow on the fellow caveman’s back. 🙂
Barmy Rootstock (IBMP)
December 14, 2011
Haha! That would make a good image — a total caveman-like “kick me” drawing chiselled on a stone and stuck on the guy’s back. 🙂
thelaughingmom
December 14, 2011
It’s a cycle that doesn’t stop even when you are an adult. My mother still tries to embarass me – with much success I might add. Here’s a question, “At what age should your child start doing chores?” You should have some fun with that one.
Barmy Rootstock (IBMP)
December 14, 2011
A great question. That might be a good one to get the kid’s perspective on as well as my own. Thanks for that!
whatimeant2say
December 14, 2011
I’m not a man, but my groin is hurting from that porcupine story. Ouch!
Barmy Rootstock (IBMP)
December 14, 2011
Sympathy porcupine-on-the-penis pains. Pretty common. Should go away within 6 months. See a doctor if it persists.
Ann
December 26, 2011
I have always wondered about this – thanks for finally answering this age old question!
In my experience kids of a certain age get embarrassed no matter what you do or say so why not have fun!
BTW, I really love how your blog looks and your consistent use of (really entertaining) B&W sketches to illustrate your posts!!!
Barmy Rootstock (IBMP)
December 29, 2011
Thanks Ann! I appreciate the feedback (especially the good kind 😉 ).
And I agree, our mere existence embarrasses them at some point, so let’s have some fun with it!
Susan Miller
January 20, 2014
Doing some research on the subject of embarrassing your children. Loved all the comments. Too funny and right on. I spent many a morning unintentionally humiliating my pre-teen. “Please park down the street, Mom, PLEASE” Thanks for my afternoon laughter!