I Think About Pokemon In Non-battle Situations A Lot. Like Pokemon Who Have Been Trained/raised To Be

WOMEN—

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Surnames are just as important as given names. So, I compiled a list of the websites I use to find my surnames.

English Surnames

Dutch Surnames

Spanish Surnames

Scottish Surnames

German Surnames

Italian Surnames

Irish Surnames

French Surnames

Scandinavian Surnames

Welsh Surnames

Jewish Surnames

Surnames By Ethnicity

Most Common Surnames in the USA

Most Common Surnames in Great Britan

Most Common Surnames in Asia

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I read a post and decided to make a separate post about it but it was about the rebellious phase teenagers go through and how invalidating it is that parents write off the phase as the result of hormones and irrational teenage anger. And it got me thinking, because I never really had that “rebellious phase of irrational anger.” The more I think about it, the more I think it’s because my parents never treated me like they expected me to rebel.

This has less to do with abusive parents (which was the point of that post and also the reason I’m making a new one) and more to do with the way western society in particular fosters parental expectations when kids reach adolescence. Because even kids who had previously good relationships with their parents sometimes hit really tumultuous times in adolescence, and I don’t think it is all hormonal.

There’s this real self-fulfilling prophecy with the relationship between parents and teens. Parents are told by their peers and elders (esp. THEIR parents) to “expect hell” when their kids reach adolescence. I remember my mom telling me once, right around the time I turned 13, that someone at her office said to her “uh oh, buckle in, this is when things get rough!” in reference to my being a teenager. My mom kind of shrugged it off and told me “I’ve never understood people who want their kids to stay kids forever. You guys are more interesting every year older you get. You’re becoming your own people.”

And that was that. My parents didn’t TELL me I was about to get rebellious and nasty to them, because they didn’t expect it of me. They told me I was becoming an interesting young person with my own thoughts and ideas. And because they didn’t expect me to be suddenly rebellious, they treated me like what I was: an interesting young person with my own thoughts and ideas. Someone who maybe still needed help with a few things now and then but by and large, they set expectations and gave me reasonable explanations for them, and I followed those expectations because they made sense. 

My brother and I never had a curfew, for instance. Instead, my parents always just said, “let us know if you’re going to be out late so we don’t worry about you,” with the additional explanation that that’s something you should always do for the people who you share a house with, as a courtesy. They also modeled the behaviors themselves: we would leave a chair with a note in it by the front door if we were going out somewhere so anyone coming home while we were gone would know where we were–this was in the age before cell phones, you understand–and that meant my parents did it for us kids too. After all, if they wanted to know where we were so they wouldn’t worry about us, it was just as important that we know where they were so we wouldn’t worry about them. Our feelings were treated with the same courtesy as theirs. They respected us, so we respected them. 

When boundaries needed setting there were some rocky conversations, sure, and my mom and I are STILL on occasionally rocky ground when it comes to my weight/eating habits, but generally we came to reasonable conclusions. And I never “rebelled” because I didn’t have to. I wanted alcohol, my dad would’ve let me try his fancy beer (I never wanted it because it stank, and I still don’t, but I could’ve tried it if I’d wanted to). I had questions about sex, my mom explained things clinically and asked if I had any questions. I wanted to wear makeup, my mom’s only request was I save my allowance and buy my own instead of stealing hers. I wanted to dye my hair ridiculous colors? My mom hated it but always told me “It’s your hair,” (and I honestly think half the reason she hated it so much was I ruined a lot of her nice towels). 

My parents accorded me with the freedoms I was naturally seeking with the expectation that I would be responsible with those freedoms, and because they expected me to be responsible, I just…was.

I’m not saying that will work with everyone of course, but I think there’s something to be said for creating an atmosphere of expectation too. If parents begin tightening the reins in anticipation of rebellion (as they are told to do), they are paradoxically providing teenagers with something to rebel against.

Start treating your teenager like a prisoner, and they’ll start trying to escape prison.

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Hey btw, if you're doing worldbuilding on something, and you're scared of writing ~unrealistic~ things into it out of fear that it'll sound lazy and ripped-out-of-your-ass, but you also don't want to do all the back-breaking research on coming up with depressingly boring, but practical and ~realistic~ solutions, have a rule:

Just give the thing two layers of explanation. One to explain the specific problem, and another one explaining the explanation. Have an example:

Plot hole 1: If the vampires can't stand daylight, why couldn't they just move around underground?

Solution 1: They can't go underground, the sewer system of the city is full of giant alligators who would eat them.

Well, that's a very quick and simple explanation, which sure opens up additional questions.

Plot hole 2: How and why the fuck are there alligators in the sewers? How do they survive, what do they eat down there when there's no vampires?

Solution 2: The nuns of the Underground Monastery feed and take care of them as a part of their sacred duties.

It takes exactly two layers to create an illusion that every question has an answer - that it's just turtles all the way down. And if you're lucky, you might even find that the second question's answer loops right back into the first one, filling up the plot hole entirely:

Plot hole 3: Who the fuck are the sewer nuns and what's their point and purpose?

Solution 3: The sewer nuns live underground in order to feed the alligators, in order to make sure that the vampires don't try to move around via the sewer system.

When you're just making things up, you don't need to have an answer for everything - just two layers is enough to create the illusion of infinite depth. Answer the question that looms behind the answer of the first question, and a normal reader won't bother to dig around for a 3rd question.

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