Time traveller from the year 1983. Snarky and often angry dispenser of free education of various topics. Real life member of the working class, complete with generational poverty. (If you want to be awesome regarding that, note the presence of the donate button)
Member of the Seaconke Wampanoag Tribe. Writer. Foodie. Gamer. Crafter. Steampunk. Geek.
Children are not magical. They’re ignorant. They often do hurtful things because they honestly don’t know any better. They lack perspective and critical thinking and advanced social skills. ‘Childhood innocence’ so fondly desired by a segment of society recalls -being ignorant of reality-.
Growing up is awesome. You get all this perspective and personal agency and the building blocks of wisdom. Some people get it early in life (lest anyone think this is an ageist rant), yes, but they’re generally not the people who fondly say ‘Oh man, I wish I didn’t have to grow up’. Some people never get it at all. But that’s what ‘growing up’ means. It means achieving adult understanding and true compassion and the capacity to grok hard concepts. It means being able to think critically and make hard decisions. It means having the capacity to take responsibility for yourself and to care for others. It means being capable of independence and interdependence, not just dependence.
‘Never grow up’ is an edict to stagnate. To remain infantile. The beautiful things about childhood: Awe and wonder and creativity and joy and appreciation of new and different things, wild optimism and absolute love, are not things that you have to lose when you grow up.
Everyone just read this comic and know that, by and large, children skew toward the bottom because they’re new at this whole ‘being alive’ and ‘being human’ thing. That doesn’t mean they’re bad or wrong; it means they need teaching and guidance in order to GROW UP. Childhood is not something to aspire to or a lauded state to be preserved.
Grow up. Grownups are better people. Grownups who preserve all the best things about childhood while growing past the infantile shit are the best people.
Also in the original Peter Pan book Peter Pan is a fucking git.
Putting aside the horrific racism, classism, and general mighty whitey bullshit, as well as the whole perpetuating of childhood-as-fetishistic-worshiped-state-of-being thing…
I’ve read a really awesome essay that poses that Peter isn’t just a git - he’s a realistic portrayal of a child raised by fae when fae are The Fair Folk. Peter -lacks humanity-. He’s not a git. He’s a MONSTER.