B.F. Skinner, Help!

Whatever happened to plain psychology? It usedcream day. A guy would come with his cart and
to be so simple. It was based on observation ofwe would buy our favorite ice cream treats. I
behavior, especially in terms of stimulus andliked the Big Sticks the best.We would guzzle
response. Ring the bell and the dog salivates (thatwater from the water fountain that probably had
was Pavlov, not Skinner).Behavioral psychologylead in the pipes. In general, we seemed pretty
really didn't have that much wrong with it; it wasnormal and healthy and life was simple. I don't
simple. Prevent the bad behavior from happeningrecall any of us getting salmonella or some horrible
and reward good behavior. But we can't say baddisease from drinking water from the fountain.
behavior anymore, because it might offendEither I'm dreadfully out of touch or most of us
someone.It used to be that reprimands andlived through it. Judging from my peers that are
discipline for children meant that children werestill alive, most of us didn't die from anything we
better behaved. In the animal kingdom, mothersdid in school.It seems that now, every discipline
discipline their young all the time. It's a matter ofproblem is a mental illness. An ill-equipped parent
survival. Humans have gone from disciplining tohas a problem dealing with an unruly kid and is
abusing or becoming permissive, depending onafraid to discipline the kid because just about any
who is the judge. What we have now is a hordediscipline is considered child abuse. A few years
of youngsters with terrible manners, rottenago when I was having a garage sale in the
posture, no common sense and wired to the hilt.States, I saw a mother "disciplining" her toddler girl
ADD, ADHD, borderline autism, etc. are theby explaining why she couldn't do such and
keywords that describe behaviors now.Don't getsuch...the mother used all of the right "I"
me wrong; I've seen my share of children andstatements and stated clearly how the baby's
people with bonafide mental disorders. In my day,behavior made her FEEL, and she went on with
we had (as far as I can remember) kids thatthis amusing discourse while chasing the child all
were mentally retarded or had other learningover the place. The little girl was no older than
disabilities in school. They went on a little yellowtwo. I wondered if this mother had any friends.
bus somewhere and we didn't engage with themAnd I wondered why she didn't have the kid in
much. Then there were the bullies, the baddiesone of those fancy backpack things. Most likely
and the sissies and the tattletales. Of course, webecause the little girl would clobber her for any
all worked our way around those guys. Ifkind of attempted restraint that would stifle her
someone hit us in school, we would go home andcreative expression and scar her for life.Sadly, the
tell our parents and our moms were on the phonerevolutionary days of behavioral psychology are
to the bad kid's parents in a New York minute.over. Behavioral psychology only applies to rats
People handled problems themselves. They talkednow. Humans have apparently transcended B.F.
to each other. If something got bad enough atSkinner's work by turning everything into a mental
school, the kid causing it would get sent to theillness. That way, no discipline is required. Only
principal's office. We were all scared to death ofmedication and talk therapy. From what I see on
the principal. I don't even remember any of thethe airwaves and internet, all three hundred million
principals; we never saw them. The principal waspeople in the U.S. are engaged in talk therapy, but
like God, sitting in some throne in an unseen place.who is listening? That's something I couldn't figure
Even as a middle aged Boomer, I still get theout. But then, I went to school in the primitive
willies going to ANY principal's office. I get nervousdays. Maybe I can find a Gen Y with no known
in school offices. And I'm a teacher! The officemental disorder to explain it to me. The problem
was forbidden territory in my school days. Wewith that idea is that I can't understand a word
respected the teachers.While we played outsidethey say for all the tongue piercings that make
and managed to survive recess with all the jungleclanking noises and lisps when they talk. They get
gyms and exercise equipment that apparently killsvery impatient when someone can't understand
kids now, we had a "monitor." This might be athem the first time. As far as I can tell, nobody is
teacher or a teacher's helper, but still it was anreally saying much of anything worthwhile, it's a
authority figure. At recess we all stayed awaylot of complaining and whining and buzzwords, all
from the boys with taps on their shoes. Thosebasically saying, "I'm so special."Don't think it isn't
were the bad kids and we knew it. They werenoticed elsewhere; South of the Border here,
the troublemakers. They were tough. They woreschool is still simple, if very expensive. Kids wear
leather jackets to school. And I am speaking ofuniforms, they can't attach metal to their faces or
third grade! The kids with taps hung out together,color their hair or any of that completely
sneered at the rest of us and killed insects with anecessary survival behavior until they finish school.
magnifying glass and the sun. They liked to burnPeople here are generally "uneducated." That
stuff, especially if it was alive. But they limitedmeans they can talk about anything, because
their murderous antics to insects and leaves. Wethey have been busy living and not thinking. Mind
let the playground monitors handle those guysyou, they are rarely right about stuff, but they at
while we played kickball and tetherball andleast try! Perhaps I ask the wrong questions,
dodgeball and climbed on the bars. It seems wewhich is entirely possible. One good example is, I
were very active, always moving around, andonce asked someone what the time was. He
there weren't many fat kids in school.The bestlooked at his cell phone and told me. They don't
days in school were Wednesdays and Fridays.wear watches here. Living here feels like it was
Wednesday was hot dog day. We didn't have towhen I was growing up; and it's refreshing.Triana
dig into our lunch boxes to trade with another kidElan is a freelance writer and an American expat
who had something we wanted. We could buyliving in Mexico.
hot dogs, with or without mustard. Friday was ice