The Article: Nice kids do win, eventually
Written by: Allison Tait, The Age
"Nice guys finish last."
"When US baseball manager Leo Durocher said those words in the late 1930s, he was talking about a baseball team. Fast-forward 70-odd years and it's an idea that moved on from the sporting field a long time ago.
Nice guys. Nobody wants to date them (too safe when there's a leather-clad bad boy hanging around). Nobody wants to make them the boss (too lacking in killer instinct). Nobody wants to be one (too boring when an I-make-my-own-rules philosophy rules the day).
So why am I expending so much time, effort and patience trying to turn my sons into nice guys?"
I was intrigued by the first line in the article. A bold statement was made and it captured my attention. Why do nice guys finish last? My mind retorted. It doesn't makes sense. The general notion is that the nicer a person, the better liked they are. Yet, the opposite seems to be true. Surely this piece of Topsy turvy logic can't be true.
The effects on parenting could cause a disaster ifyoung / immature / accidental / unprepared ill-advised parents decide that it's a case of survival of the fittest in this urban jungle of ours and decides to teach their young that might and violence is the 'smart' way to go. We get chaos and a society of distrust where everyone acts selfishly.
I feel that what fuels the reasoning behind the statement is its freshness and individuality. Thus, I likened it to a fashion fad. Whenever we reaches a saturation point in things, the fresh new thing that comes along gets to wear the crown.
The effects on parenting could cause a disaster if
I feel that what fuels the reasoning behind the statement is its freshness and individuality. Thus, I likened it to a fashion fad. Whenever we reaches a saturation point in things, the fresh new thing that comes along gets to wear the crown.
Some ideas generated:
- Fashion fad causing blindness to everything right.
- Survival of the fittest in an urban jungle.
- Beliefs defines your right and wrong.


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