Which do you prefer: Conservative parents or Liberal ones?

Question

I used to think liberal ones were very cool, but now I'm beginning to doubt it. There are moms/dads whose get-ups can put their children to shame, and don't act their age. Which kind of parents do you have?

Answer 1

In terms of social behaviour, I think it is probably best for the kids if the parents err on the side of conservative behaviour. The kids will receive good guidance during their early years, and will have something to rebel against as they get older. ;)

If you are thinking of political affiliations, then I don't think it matters.

Both my parents were ultra-conservative in terms of social behaviour; politically, Mom was a liberal & Dad was a conservative.

Answer 2

And 90+% of the black vote voted for Obama because..... Answer....that 10% are those who refuse to be "addicted" to other peoples money and refuse to vote for a person who represents a politic that needs to be making government as big and controlling as liberal votes will create. That 10% who clearly sees that something is very wrong about such an obscene level of intrusion "libs need" in their daily lives. That 10% who does accept responsibility for their own actions in life instead of blaming someone else then expecting that someone else via taxes re-routed from liberalism to support them. Now $6.5 trillion more in the hole in just 48 months, where has it gone?

Answer 3

Libertarian ones. The problem is the linear left/right measure of political and social position. In fact, there are two major axes to the political map: economic issues and social issues. If you take the "World's Smallest Political Quiz," which is admittedly biased in that it puts Libertarian on the TOP of the diagram, you will see what I mean. The link is below.

Answer 4

Conservative parents

Answer 5

I would say both my parents are pretty conservative and strict. I think for the most part that's good cause if gives you a sense of morals and values, but it's also good to have a happy medium. I don't think it's good to have been brought up just one way I think you need to have a balance of the two. That's just what I think.

Answer 6

Why does it matter if people don't dress how they are expected and don't act their age. I can understand acting like a whiny 12 year old all the time, that is embarrassing. But if people want to be young at heart...why bother them?

Answer 7

Mine were conservative in most ways and liberal in others. They never beat us or got physical. I never neccesitated corperal punishment. But i think my bro could have used a few good whackings for sure.

Come to think of it my mom would chase us with the nasty fly swatter. Eeewww. Good thing we could out run her. lol

Answer 8

My parents were kind of in the middle but leaned toward conservative. The were good people.

Answer 9

I have one of each, and it's a really happy medium! It taught me to compromise, and since neither of my parents found politics horribly important, there wasn't too much tension in the house.

So I think a little bit of both is good. It allows the child to see both ways of life and to choose for themselves without feeling obligation.

Answer 10

I don't prefer conservative and/or liberal parents. I prefer MY parents, but they have passed away.

Here is my poem:

"My Unknown Father"


Would Holden Caulfield approve or call me a hypocrite,
a phony to invoke his name
Why not just begin simply and state matter-of-factly
I am sixteen and I spit in my father’s face
This is not a metaphor, simile or any figure of speech
This is the literal truth

We were arguing and an overwhelming feeling of contempt,
disgust, rage and profound disrespect came over me
It wasn’t simple hatred, but something else
a feeling of nausea
Something not to be borne
not to be tolerated
Something to be wiped out
Obliterated

My father’s reaction was quick
He was running after me
I ran to my room and shut the door
He wanted to break the door down and beat me
My mother wouldn’t let him
My father’s fury had to give in,
to surrender to my mother’s love for me

Did my father forget this incident against his dignity, his authority
I don’t know
What I do know is that I suffer
like Raskolnikov in Crime and Punishment

I have never forgotten my crime against my father
I live with the guilt of my dirty deed
I live with my animalism, my barbarism
I know I’m guilty of the great forbidden

When my father was on his death bed
it occurred to me to ask his forgiveness
But something stopped me
What if he had forgotten this terrible injury
What if he had forgotten and now just for my own selfish reasons
I would remind him of this spit
What if he did remember, but didn’t want to be reminded of this spit

In the end, I just asked his forgiveness for not being a good enough daughter
My father answered “You’re good. All my children are good”.
This goodness my father thought was in his children.
This goodness was in him, my father.

Now that my father is dead
I realize my crime is even greater than that spit
And the guilt is mine forever to treasure

Why did I know so little about my father
When he would call me, my usual response was
I don’t have time to talk
I’m on my way out
When he would call at a more convenient time for me
the conversation revolved around me
Was I alright?
Did I need help?
Help meant money
Yes, I was alright
No, I didn’t need help

But did I know anything about his life?
Did I ever ask about his life?
The unbearable truth is that I never thought about his life
Never thought was he alright
Meaning health
Never thought did he need help
Not money, of course, but caring,
a father - daughter connection

After my father passed away, I was informed that he had volunteered
He never spoke about himself and what he did for others
Now we will never speak and I will live with my crimes against my father

But whenever I have the chance, usually to a close friend
I say these words to honor him
the honor I deprived him of during his life
I give to him now that it’s too late

My father was the most honest man I ever knew
My father was the most modest man I ever knew
My father was a good man
And now it’s too late for me to know him