My White family had Black friends in Richmond, Indiana, and in an environment of severe racism I had a choice to either stick with my friends or abandon them for social acceptance. So from age six I had to live with frequently being physically attacked and called a "n---- lover." It not only taught me how crummy many humans are, but inculcated in me both skepticism and independence. I've never compromised when it counted.
After graduating high school in 1982, I informed my parents (after my ceremony) that I was joining the Army instead of going to college. I surprised my parents by not returning home with them (I was attending a boarding school); I said my goodbyes and departed for Truckee California, where I lived and worked until I enlisted in San Francisco in November.
Around age 16, I threw an entire carton of my parents’ cigarettes into the fire. The link between smoking and cancer was pretty well known by the early ‘80s. It didn’t occur to me they would be able to smell the burning tobacco. I think I was grounded for a day or two. They were mostly upset about the cost.
After being told to read atlas shrugged, and after reading it, calling Rand obviously emotionally retarded, and pointing out that she assumes that the world would grind to a halt without her heroes. My parents used Rand as an excuse to become hermits and misanthropes.
I also rejected religion when it came up in school, but my parents didn't care. For my mom, it was moving to live with my dad when I was 13. My sister initiated it, but I stuck to our guns after pressure from my mom to move back. For my socialist dad, it was becoming a fan of the free market during my teens and even more so as I got older. The ultimate rebellion was moving to the US!
I’m not sure honestly. Maybe quitting my first job out of college. Very nice company, I just hated working there. My parents really wanted me to stay since the name brand was so good but I think I was right. I ended up liking every new job since then way more
The rebellions that come to mind (if they can be called rebellions) were winning a debate with my parents who tried to convince me that Santa Claus exists when I was 5 years old, starting to reject Christianity at the age of 6 and completing the rejection when I was 11, and becoming a libertarian some time later as a result of reasoning about moral and political issues. I haven't changed my mind about any of those matters since.
1. would be not continuing to attend my father's church. I didn't become an atheist so much as I refused to pretend I believed all those things in the Apostles' creed I had been reciting in church. As I lived at home my first two years of college, supported by my father, he insisted I attend church until I was 18. 2. was living with my fiancée the year before we got married. 3. was refusing to let my father cur my hair anymore because he wanted my hair short. 4. was telling my father I was against the Vietnam War and would refuse service if I were drafted. My father was the director of a laboratory that developed torpedoes.
My White family had Black friends in Richmond, Indiana, and in an environment of severe racism I had a choice to either stick with my friends or abandon them for social acceptance. So from age six I had to live with frequently being physically attacked and called a "n---- lover." It not only taught me how crummy many humans are, but inculcated in me both skepticism and independence. I've never compromised when it counted.
After graduating high school in 1982, I informed my parents (after my ceremony) that I was joining the Army instead of going to college. I surprised my parents by not returning home with them (I was attending a boarding school); I said my goodbyes and departed for Truckee California, where I lived and worked until I enlisted in San Francisco in November.
I'd confess my rebellion but my 22 year old son reads this blog!
Around age 16, I threw an entire carton of my parents’ cigarettes into the fire. The link between smoking and cancer was pretty well known by the early ‘80s. It didn’t occur to me they would be able to smell the burning tobacco. I think I was grounded for a day or two. They were mostly upset about the cost.
I refused to cut my hair...
, which led to the withdrawal of financial support for college
, which led to 4 years of not speaking with my dad
I still have long(ish) hair.
Did you go to college?
Paid off my undergrad student loans with the hiring bonus from my first real job.
I left West Point (USMA), became an enlisted infantryman, ended up a criminal and addicted to drugs and living in my car.
Now I’m a middle school Civics teacher.
https://jmpolemic.substack.com/p/two-weeks-in
After being told to read atlas shrugged, and after reading it, calling Rand obviously emotionally retarded, and pointing out that she assumes that the world would grind to a halt without her heroes. My parents used Rand as an excuse to become hermits and misanthropes.
I also rejected religion when it came up in school, but my parents didn't care. For my mom, it was moving to live with my dad when I was 13. My sister initiated it, but I stuck to our guns after pressure from my mom to move back. For my socialist dad, it was becoming a fan of the free market during my teens and even more so as I got older. The ultimate rebellion was moving to the US!
I kept smoking weed as a hobby throughout college, as well as when I came home to visit for breaks from school, even though I knew my dad disapproved.
I’m not sure honestly. Maybe quitting my first job out of college. Very nice company, I just hated working there. My parents really wanted me to stay since the name brand was so good but I think I was right. I ended up liking every new job since then way more
Same, except age 11.
The rebellions that come to mind (if they can be called rebellions) were winning a debate with my parents who tried to convince me that Santa Claus exists when I was 5 years old, starting to reject Christianity at the age of 6 and completing the rejection when I was 11, and becoming a libertarian some time later as a result of reasoning about moral and political issues. I haven't changed my mind about any of those matters since.
My hairdo. Dreadlocks
My parents were conservative academics, long hair was low class.
I opted for a road less traveled... or so I thought.
Rejecting the Holocaust mythology. At Age 65 (retired). Hatred and recrimination all around. Persistently.
Rebellion at 65–the last possible moment!
Is an antisemitic delusion a type of rebellion?
Could be.
Rebellion, definitely. Delusion, or escape therefrom. Hardly the only one.
They waste so much energy when scorn would be sufficient.
And rude. And misdirected. Low-energy for the scornful.
Hanging out with black people, still do it
Are YOU black?
No lol
1. would be not continuing to attend my father's church. I didn't become an atheist so much as I refused to pretend I believed all those things in the Apostles' creed I had been reciting in church. As I lived at home my first two years of college, supported by my father, he insisted I attend church until I was 18. 2. was living with my fiancée the year before we got married. 3. was refusing to let my father cur my hair anymore because he wanted my hair short. 4. was telling my father I was against the Vietnam War and would refuse service if I were drafted. My father was the director of a laboratory that developed torpedoes.