The No-Hit-Pinata, virtually singlehandedly securing the future Nissan Leaf customer base. What’s next? The No Slap Turkish Taffy? The No Crack Hard Boiled Egg? The No Contact Hammer? The Stickless Drumset? I think I smell a contest coming on… I’m sure we’ve got a box of Nobel War Prize Goodies here someplace, folks. So, have at it. I’ll judge ‘em tomorrow.
Need proof that today’s kids are being raised in a completely different world from the one we grew up in? I bring you exhibit A: the no-hit pinata. Aka, the dumbest thing I’ve heard of in a long while.
Let’s get this straight. I grew up in the country, where the neighbor kid and I would disappear for hours at a time to wander through the woods, picking up sticks which inevitably become “guns” and “swords.” We got out our aggression the old fashioned way: by beating on trees and running ourselves ragged. Neither of us grew up to become serial killers.
That was the eighties. This is 2011. When parents are so afraid their kids might shed an ounce of energy in a slightly “negative” way that we have taken a centuries old tradition and turned it on its ear.
The new pinatas are still papier mache covered in colorful bits of tissue paper. But instead of beating on them with a stick to get the candy out, the kids pull a string, and voila . . . everything just falls out. There’s no skill involved. No energy expended. No FUN!