Whenever someone starts complaining about how bad the younger generation is, I think what exactly is missing. Much of the time, the person wants to bring back some form of corporal punishment. All the kids of today need is a good smack in the face and all will be right with the world. Lionel Shriver, in her recent column, adds another missing element — ignorance. She writes that modern culture is turning out messy empty individuals instead of good characters that society used to produce. Shriver starts her column with the controversy regarding trans children even though she contends her point is a much broader point and is about all modern children. Shriver feels that modern institutions (read here parents and schools) listen too much to the children’s feelings instead of guiding children like in the good old days. Then, based on these children’s feelings, society lets them make important decisions like gender identification about their lives.

I have some issues with what Shriver’ thinking. Sometimes children do know what they feel and they are right. Take for example what hand a child should write with. In the good old days, children who were naturally left handed were told to write with their right hand since most people write with their right hand, it was obviously the correct hand to use. Adults, wrongly, guided children to behave against their nature. These adults thought they knew better than the child. They were, however, wrong and they did damage to these left handers.

Then Shriver argues that children couldn’t possibly know anything about gender identity problems because they don’t know enough about gender to make these decisions. Shriver may be right but there is no way to determine this because, in the past, parent and schools pretty much ignored sex except at the most fundamental level. They certainly didn’t discuss homosexuality or gender confusion so how can she determine that the society handled this better in the good old days.

Shriver wants adult guidance so that when a girl says she wants to be boy, that some adult is guiding the child to a better decision. But then what does Shriver mean by guiding and what is a better decision? The best guidance would vary from child to child since every situation would be different. There is no stock answer that resolves all sexual identity questions. The only way for an adult to know how to proceed is to listen to the individual child. If all Shriver wanted was for people to be cautious when a child makes these statements regarding gender identity and to be extremely careful before allowing body altering surgery based on a child’s feelings, I am willing to listen to what she has to say; however if she is suggesting shutting down any conversation about what the child is saying and guiding the child to heterosexuality, then I think she is damaging the child.

But to contend that the character building regime of the old days was somehow better is quite a stretch. In fact, gender confused children or gay children had a pretty miserable life in the good old days which is something I can personally confirm. My parents told me exactly nothing about sex – heterosexual, homosexual, gender confusion, and how babies were made were all equally ignored– which, judging from the conversations with my contemporaries, was a fairly standard parental practice of the good old days. As I went to Catholic schools, I didn’t get much more from them until my senior year of high school. So when, a gay person or a gender confused person started having sexual feelings there was no one they could talk to much less get support from. My first attempt to learn more about homosexuality was from a Webster’s dictionary and, as you can imagine, it wasn’t much help.

How is not knowing anything about sex better than listening to the concerns children have about sex? Neither my education nor the parents of my generation gave enough information regarding sex for a child to know how to move forward in their character building. The good old days opted for ignorance over information. This didn’t stop anyone from having sex though. We ignorantly fumbled in the dark with our sexual desires because we wanted to have sex which is a pretty normal feeling for adolescents. Ignorance has its own problems because some poor kids suffering the consequences of young parenthood, abortion and sexually transmitted diseases. Even heterosexual children have a much better time now because people accept the notion that teenagers might have sex and educate them on how to handle these situations.

Then Shriver veers over to the young serial killers who shoot up American schools. She contends that the proliferation of mass casualty shootings have less to do with the availability of guns and more to do with the moral nihilism. Now moral nihilism may be good explanation for the mass killers’ feelings but how this supports her bigger point that all children are suffering from a lack of guidance and are left to their own devices when fleshing out their character is quite a stretch. She only discusses trans children and serial killers. She is extrapolating her theory from two incredibly small and troubled groups of children. How this affects the vast majority of children is a complete mystery.

The good old days, at least in Shriver’s very specific focus, have little to tell us about how to move forward. The good old days had precious little to offer the troubled child or the sexually confused child. The good old days didn’t even deal with these children. They ignored the sexually confused children and kicked out the nihilist trouble makers. Shriver believes that children need guidance in order to build character, yet, her reference point, the vast ambiguous but nonetheless good old days, offered very little in the way of adult direction even for the majority heterosexual population much less for gay and trans children.

Ten years or so back, I stopped watching movies set in Concentration Camps. I got the point even before I began watching the movie — concentration camps were horrible places, human beings can do horrible things and we can never let this happen again. I agree. If I never watch another movie about Concentration Camps, I will still remember this. It is permanently lodged in my memory as few other things are. Watching a new Concentration Camp movie isn’t going to change anything.

So what if a new Concentration Camp comes along that surpasses all other Concentration Camp movies in artistic merit, in messaging, in production values, in acting — shouldn’t I see the movie for the art? Maybe, but I don’t want to. That’s all I can say. I don’t want to. I feel like I am wasting my time seeing an excellent rendition of something I already am convinced was horrible. Just because something is done well, doesn’t mean I need to watch it. I am not required to see all good art. More importantly, it just depresses me. Why put myself through that even if it is great art?

I once slipped and started watching The Boy in the Striped Pajamas because everyone was raving about it. The premise of the movie is that the German son of the Concentration Camp Commander befriends a Jewish boy through the fence of the camp. The fence is no match for the industrious German boy who soon visits the Jewish boy in the camp. I am betting that most of you can see where this movie is going. Tragedy. I stopped watching when I figured out where this story was going. What point was there in seeing the end? So I can see a well done depiction of a horror that I have seen many times before? How was this going to make my life any better?

This is how I feel about the recent television series Dahmer. I have very few complaints about the series. There is great acting, great production values, and an interesting story. Yet I hated almost every great minute of it. Dahmer, as portrayed by Evan Peters, is an inarticulate loner with an unchecked alcohol problem who tries, always unsuccessfully, to make friends. He has an early fascination with taxidermy which may lead him to his future murderous actions. He stumbles into his first killings but, after these “accidental” murders, he realizes that killing and cannibalism are the only things that satisfies his sexual urges and thus begins his descent into serial killing.

There are 10 episodes in the series which easily could have been cut down to 3 to 5. Yet, the movie goes on and on showing him preying on his victims, his family complaining about how strange he acts and why doesn’t he behave like a regular person, his neighbors complaining about his strange behavior and meeting with police indifference to this strange man and his strange behavior. Yes, it’s well done. So what? Dahmer is difficult person to connect with so, despite all of the episodes, his motives are still baffling at the end. He is a seemingly bland ordinary person who, for no apparent reason, descended into Hell and brought every person he meets into Hell with him. There is no suspense, no identification with him as person, and no hope that anyone could ever stop future serial killers from slaughtering their victims.

And, because there are 10 episodes to fill, the producers and director keep showing the same terrible situations over and over again. But, just in case you missed it or didn’t understand it before, the series gives the audience a fairly comprehensive accounting of what a monster Dahmer was. If you need this confirmation, by all means, see Dahmer; otherwise try to find some other well done television show, or book, or painting that enlightens you or entertains you or makes you look at life in a different way because Dahmer is a well done bummer.

Most importantly, always remember, you don’t have to see something because it is good.