I’ve been a fan of Bad Religion since the 1990s. In my opinion, they rank among the finest punk bands, and their enduring presence in 2024 speaks volumes about their staying power. However, when the band released “Against the Grain” in 1990, Greg Graffin made a number of derogatory remarks and assumptions. Now, as I find myself fitting the description of a “lazy, middle-class intellectual” with a 21st Century Digital Boy of my own, I feel compelled to address his critique of my parenting.
Initially, Graffin accuses me of being lazy—a subjective label, in my view. Far from lazy, I am perpetually exhausted due to my children’s disruptive sleep patterns, leaving me with scarcely a moment to myself. The luxury of leisurely gazing into the mirror while pondering the existential question of “What has my life become” is a distant memory, given the relentless demands of parenthood. So, to be branded as lazy by another father seems rather misinformed. It’s reminiscent of my wife’s occasional jests, although I must clarify that she is definitely not reliant on Valium.
Furthermore, Graffin presumes that our family belongs to the middle class, which is indeed accurate, primarily because both my spouse and I are employed. Our dual incomes are essential for survival, and without them, we would be utterly overwhelmed. Once again, the accusation of laziness falls flat.
While I do pride myself on possessing a modicum of intelligence, being labeled an intellectual would typically be considered a compliment. However, Graffin’s use of the term, given his extensive academic credentials as a Master’s and PhD holder and a college educator, comes across as more of a slight than a commendation. Resorting to sarcastic name-calling seems rather petty.
Moving beyond personal attacks, Graffin proceeds to assert that my son lacks the skills to navigate life, let alone read. It’s worth noting that my son is merely 5 years old and is currently in the process of learning to read in kindergarten. Let’s cut him some slack, shall we?
Moreover, who among us, adults included, can confidently claim to have mastered the art of living? The very definition of “living” and “knowledge” is open to interpretation and subjectivity. Life remains an enigma, as Graffin himself acknowledges. We’re all essentially winging it as we go along, striving to make sense of this chaotic world. Not everyone can sustain a punk rock career spanning over four decades.
Perhaps Graffin could offer some constructive advice or recommendations on reducing screen time instead of hurling accusations of idleness and medication dependency. Positive reinforcement tends to yield more favorable results than a barrage of criticisms that simply fall on deaf ears.
Lastly, I must admit, there is an overwhelming surplus of toys scattered throughout my household.