Barleymower wrote: ↑Thu Feb 23, 2023 6:57 pmAs for the leaning in? ... words fail me. Actually they don't. If someone leaned in menacing like that to me. I"d laugh.
Try looking at that through the eyes of a five-year-old who's perhaps 4 feet tall, if that. That's how I attempted to look at it, and got a bit gobsmacked compared to how I'd interpret it now at a 6'4" still fairly powerful male. Children perceive things differently. Size matters.
What if it was a women in a thong? That's OK right?
No, that'd be just as inappropriate.
Now, I am no reactionary, but I'd rather let children live out their childhoods without very adult themes being thrust at them that they will not comprehend before they actually fully develop into adults. Childhood is an immensely complex world to navigate, and children must largely do it on their own because their parents may have forgotten
their childhoods (a short memory, in this regard, can be considered a bit of a good thing) and thus cannot pass along their own advice to the little ones. I suffer from an extraordinary memory where I remember almost everything that has happened to me if I was paying attention at the time [1]., and whilst that's a blessing in some things, it's an abject curse in others.
I also do not know what the text was that the guy was reading. If it was intended to be frightening, then the posture and gestures may have been appropriate; however, otherwise, unlikely.
[1] This played out several years ago when I passed though New York City's Penn Station many years ago with my late ex, and there were things that were hauntingly familiar about the place. I knew that I'd been there as, perhaps, a 5-year-old, when my grandmother took me on a grand journey to see her husband give a talk there. When I was an adult, we stopped in NYP and I alighted stating my reasoning to my late ex- (and the car attendant overheard and got curious) and found myself somewhat perplexed. It looked eerily familiar from our seats, but why not when standing? Am I going crazy? The answer to that last one was, "No", because the next thing I did was to drop into a crouch to simulate a child's perspective on the world -- and the original memories flooded back in. Both my late ex- and the car attendant had no clue about what they just watched happen, so I explained the whole thing, and one could almost see the light-bulbs lighting up. Humans may have long memories; try not to scar them early.