WARNING: This essay is not about your children or grandchildren. (I’m sure they are all adorable with their rosy cheeks and perfect manners.) This is about someone else’s children—youngsters who belong to your neighbor or your congressional representative or the toothless bag lady on First Street. So should you read this through and find yourself ready to reshuffle my teeth, take a deep breath and say to yourself, “This is not about my children.”
Our
children reside in a hallowed domain that is protected from scrutiny by
outsiders, regardless of how judiciously our concerns are framed, so to quote
Betty Davis, “Fasten your seatbelts.
It’s going to be a bumpy night.”
Several
years ago I taught a full load of communication courses at Washington State
University, Tri-Cities. At Christmas my
wife and I decided to invite fifty of my students to our home for a holiday
celebration. We decorated the house,
baked the cookies, made the punch, and carefully tailored the entertainment for
the evening.
When
the big day arrived, I was giddy with excitement. “This is going to be fun,” I chirped.
We
pressed our pants, donned our Christmas sweaters, and waited with childlike
anticipation. And waited…and
waited. WE GAVE A PARTY AND NOBODY
CAME. Not a soul. Nor was there a single regret spoken, telephoned,
or emailed. We turned off the lights,
sat in the dark, and breathed a long, sorrowful sigh. How much did it hurt? You remember the pain of being turned down
for a date in high school? Multiply that
by fifty.
After
the forsaken Christmas party, I started to notice evidence of a curious
cultural change. There was the teenage
girl whose telephone answering machine bleated, “Leave your message. Maybe I’ll call you back, but only if it’s
important to me.” Then there was the youngster
who posted on Facebook, “Not everyone can be a princess; someone has to applaud
when I walk by,” a sentiment that received two hundred “likes” in the first day. Then I noticed the young professional athletes—heroes
to our kids—who strutted like spring chickens and pounded their chests with
every slam dunk or crushing tackle.
What
was going on? I seemed to be witnessing
a national epidemic of self-absorption.
Was it true? Or was I just being
hypersensitive?
To
test my theory, I began examining all corners of our culture. I saw how businesses and even governmental
agencies were responding to this new ethic.
In 1995 Prudential changed their venerated slogan, “Get a Piece of the
Rock,” to “Be Your Own Rock.” Burger
King followed one ego-centric slogan, “Have It Your Way,” with another: “Be Your Way.” Then in 2001 the United States Army adopted
the bewildering motto “An Army of One.”
Huh?
Now,
with more votes being cast for contestants of American Idol than for the President of the United States, it is
not surprising to see more businesses catering to young egos. For example, take a look at a booming enterprise
called “Celeb-4-a-Day.” For only $3,000
you can experience a celebrity’s life for two action-packed, heart-pounding hours. The package includes six personal paparazzi,
one bodyguard, one publicist, one limousine, and your own magazine cover.
Then
I examined the research. In 2008 the Journal of Personality published a
twenty-seven-year study that reviewed the rise in narcissism for over 16,000
college students. Their findings were
dramatic: Within two decades,
self-reported scores on narcissism rose by 30 percent. To give you some
perspective, narcissism in our country is rising at the same alarming rate as
obesity.
In
2003 the Journal of Personality
Assessment looked at over 1,200 responses on a respected personality inventory
(MMPI) over a four-decade period. In
1950 only 12 percent of the teenage respondents agreed with the statement “I am
an important person.” By 1989 an
astounding 80 percent agreed with the assertion.
Some
might argue, “Come on, Allen, what’s wrong with that? Our young people should think they are
important.”
The
problem is that the pendulum has swung so far that “feeling important” has
evolved into self-absorption, narcissism, entitlement, and, particularly
troubling, low empathy. For example, in
a longitudinal study with nearly 14,000 college students, scores on empathy
spiraled downward by 48 percent from 1980 to 2010.
As
a darker example, consider the words of Eric Harris, one of the
eighteen-year-old shooters in the 1999 Columbine High School massacre: “Isn’t it fun to get the respect we’re going
to deserve?” Empathy: Zero.
Narcissism: Off the chart.
What
is the source of this spike in narcissism and free fall in empathy? In the 1960’s and 70’s educators and pop
psychologists preached that a child’s fragile self-esteem needed to be
continually exalted. Parents were
counseled to teach their children that they were “special” and that they could
do “whatever they wanted.” Because
children were then (as they are now), our most treasured resources, we embraced
that doctrine like the frenetic fans of reality TV. Meanwhile, our children took the message to
heart—one four-year-old girl in a frilly blue-satin dress telling me, “I can do
whatever I want, because I’m a princess.”
Self-esteem—liking
oneself—is healthy. Narcissism—feeling
that one is better and more deserving than others—is not. For example, out of the fear of bruising a
child’s ego, we have redefined the meaning of excellence. According to the UCLA Higher Education
Research Institute, only 18 percent of American high school students earned an
“A” average in 1968; by 2004 that percentage had skyrocketed to 48 percent. Meanwhile, SAT scores steadily decreased—creating
an academic environment where even the undisciplined are above average.
Finally,
cross-cultural studies offer a good deal of insight into the downside of
overvaluing the specialness of children.
For example, Asians score significantly lower than Americans on self-report
instruments measuring narcissism. But
how do Asians and Americans respond to academic challenges? Interestingly, Asians buckle down until they
get it right, while Americans tend to give up and select a task that is not so demanding. Jean Twenge, professor of psychology at San
Diego State University and the author of Generation
Me, put it this way: “True
self-confidence comes from honing your talents, not from being told you’re
great just because you exist.”
So
here is my point (fawning mothers and fathers may want to look away at this
point). Telling your children you love
them is healthy; it encourages a natural sense of self-esteem. Telling your children they are better than
others is unhealthy; it imbues your youngsters with narcissism. Try saying this: “Little darling, you are indeed special, but no
more or no less special than any other person on earth. If you are going to make a difference in the
world—or just a difference among the people you love—there is only one thing
that will make that happen:
Self-discipline. Now get on with
it.”
Dr. Allen Johnson is a
columnist for the Tri-City Herald and the author of the novel, The Awakening. His column, “Mindfulness,” appears on the
first Sunday of every month.
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