Notes on Camp by Kay S. Hymowitz -
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Published on: 12/13/2002
Last Visited: 12/13/2002
"We're always watching for cruelty," says Scott Ralls, director of Southwoods, a coed camp in the Adirondacks."We have bunk meetings regularly, and we tell those kind of kids, ‘If this is what you need to do, you're going home.' But they want to be here, and they stop."
Knowing that cool, cliquishness, cruelty, and sex are intricately bound up in the tween mind, Ralls tells kids to leave their Britney gear home.Although Southwoods has no uniform, spaghetti straps, belly shirts, low-slung pants, and two-piece bathing suits are all verboten.So are perfume, cosmetics, and hair dryers.Determined to desexualize a generation that went directly from Sesame Street to Friends, Ralls instructs counselors not to discuss their own boyfriends and girlfriends or what they did on a day off and to avoid any "Is that your boyfriend?"teasing.
Camp owners are scrupulously discreet when discussing the parents who pay the bills (up to $8,000 for seven weeks), but the consultants they must so often hire make clear that mothers and fathers are another big obstacle to keeping the old camp ethic alive.Many parents see no reason for Michael and Megan to endure the simple life.As one mother told me without embarrassment, she had looked for a camp with an indoor and outdoor swimming pool for her eight-year-old because "my son would never swim in a lake."Packages from anxious parents flood mailrooms, many of them containing contraband like candy and soda. (One camp squelched the practice by overnight-mailing the offending packages back home, embarrassing both parent and child.) Parents send CDs and Discmen-and, at least once, a small TV.
Some parents undermine a camp's tougher rules whenever their own kids break them.They tell camp directors that their son didn't know beer was alcohol.