This tropers's parents are pretty much known for this among her group of friends. She once came home at 1 in the morning soaking wet from sneaking into the town pool and her mom was okay with it, as well as the time her mom HELPED move around the letters on a sign to spell cunt. And the time her dad bought a pack of wine coolers for her 14th birthday. This troper is never yelled at for anything but bad grades or getting arrested (It was a curfew violation!).

This Troper's parents had a different approach to underage drinking. Instead of the "NO NO NO NO NO!!!" technique, My parents realized that since they typically serve cheap beer at parties where there is underage drinking, they should introduce their kids to really expensive and fine liquor first, so the beer being served tastes like rat piss in comparison. Hence, the kid finds it disgusting and won't drink large quantities of the cheap beer. So far, It's worked!

My father's father did something even better. What was it? He (my grandfather) gave him (my father) unfiltered moonshine when he was little. One little sip and any chance of my father becoming a drunk was gone.

what are they opinions about sex?

this troper's parents used the same approach, they say they feel sorry for my future boyfriend because I have expensive taste.

Hah, interesting juxtaposition there.

My mum had a friend whose father threw a graduation party for him and made sure there was plenty of beer and stuff around. The father tried his best to make sure no one who had drank got behind the wheel, but his main reason for the 'booze party' was that he could make damn sure his son wouldn't be put in a bad situation due to the alcohol. Personally, if this troper ever has kids and they want to drink, I'll give them the alcohol and watch them like a hawk. If they want alcohol at a party of theirs, I'll make a rule that anyone who comes in a car/motorised vehicle is not welcome inside and that my kid won't be leaving the house without me until sometime the next day.

This Troper, and his parents, are of the opinion that once you are old enough to vote, get married, and serve in the military, you are old enough to drink - so long as it is in the presence of one or more of your parents (and if you aren't one of their children, you need your parent's explicit approval). However, I don't drink at all, due to a primal fear of what I might do if my inhibitions were lowered.

When my brother was about 14 or 15, he asked Dad what drunkenness feels like. Dad's answer was a bottle of Jack Daniels. Dad also got a bottle for himself.

This troper's mother is (aside from being incredibly touchy for next to no reason) an extremely OpenMindedParent. Her guidelines are basically "call for a ride if you're drunk", "no pregnancy", and "I don't care if you're gay as long as I get grandchildren". There have been no warnings away from drugs and have in fact been veiled jokes about marijuana, the response to transgenderism was confusion at the angst over saying so (it was a result of confusion over something she'd said four or five months previously), and (like the troper's mostly-DisappearedDad) has numerous stories that end in "...but they have laws against that sort of thing now" (mostly from the dad) or some less blatantly anarchist form of "DontTryThisAtHome", and the mother's caught phrase is practically "stop being an instigator!" It's probably fortunate that the troper has been about sixty years old with the code of responsibility to match since at least the age of three.

This troper had a friend whose parents were evangelical about their desire to see all drugs legalised, and openly smoked pot in the house as well as giving it to both their children. It got to the stage where the troper would only go over there if she knew she could get home before her own parents, so they wouldn't smell the stuff on her ...

This fifteen year old troper has gone through depression twice, the second time working out virtually all (mainly intellectual - problems coping with the things she ponders [she ponders a lot]) issues that matter through a very painful process. Since then she has proven herself responsible academically, physically, socially, in that order. She is a straight A student with rock hard abs, who handles stress well and is pretty laid back and open to new experiences, and recently had/has to help out a friend with issues stemming from abusive (in all ways but physical) parents, and has a good amount of close friends that she considers her most important asset. She also has shown her ability to cope with extremely negative content in both real life and fiction, because she holds a policy of not placing bars upon what she can and should, and can't and shouldn't know, while maintaining openness and skepticism, and handle teenage hormonal problems relatively well. She also tells her parents everything, because while capable of being a good liar, she extremely dislikes hiding things from people (friends and parents) as it places restrictions on the relationships. Anyone can know anything about her if they make the effort. As a result, her parents allow her to do virtually anything! She's allowed to watch anything, stay out late, etc. without being nagged to do homework or clean her room, because she'll do it regardless.

When I told my mum about me being {{Transsexual}} and bi, she just figured that, "If you ever want children, there are plenty of single mums around!"

This is something my friends often find very strange. They always ask if my parents are alright with them coming over, and are shocked when I say I hadn't thought to ask them, and even more shocked when my parents walk in, greet them politely and move on with their day. When we were younger I always provided the alcohol for parties since my parents believed that it was better I discover and grow used to alcohol at home, or at the home of a friend, than in a club (but, saying that, they never had a problem with my going to clubs under age...). They're very lax on drugs (they don't outright support it, but they know me and my brother have dabbled and have never staged any sort of intervention or expressed worry). They never had an issue with my playing 18 games, or watching 18 films. Really, the only thing they really get mad over is excessive mess, not knowing where I am, asking for money and sleeping in the same bed as my boyfriend (but this is mostly because they saw their siblings struggle with teenage pregnancy).

My mom is like this. Since I'm 20 now, she can't really set rules for me anymore, but she didn't really do that even when I was still a teenager either. She was happy as long as I didn't lie to her and called her instead of walking home alone in the dark and stuff like that. She wanted to know where I was, but didn't really care what I was doing there (as long as it wasn't anything dangerous and/or illegal, of course.) Also, when I was seventeen and was in my first serious relationship, a friend of mine at one point asked where my boyfriend slept when he stayed at my house. Kind of bewildered, I told her that of course he slept in my bed, where else would it be logical for him to sleep? It became quite a funny situation, because she was shocked that he was allowed to sleep in my bed, I was shocked that she was shocked about that and later, when I told my mom about it, she was shocked because it hadn't even occurred to her that not all parents would be okay with that.

My friend's mom is like this. When my friend told her that he (17 at the time) had lost his virginity, she said "Congratulations, it's about fucking time!". She also gets mad at you if you censor yourself from swearing in front of her. Or if you call her "ma'am".

This troper's parents. They've offered glasses of wine at meals from a quite young age, causing this troper to discover he does not like wine much. They also, on special occasions offered drinks like eggnogs, rum and coke, margaritas, etc. I discovered that I liked sweet mixed drinks quite early. There's the time when I came home really high after midnight after driving around town with my friends in their van smoking pot(Yes, I know it was a bad idea but I was 17 and a junior in HS so..) and they didn't even bat an eye.(Granted, beforehand they must have assumed it was going to a party or something since they were like "Use a condom" and "don't get arrested" but still..). Hell, I even got a bottle of expensive german honey-flavored booze as a gift for my 21st birthday. Interestingly enough, I turned out to be less of a drunken nihilist in my freshman year of college* than alot of people I knew from stricter backgrounds. I had my big period of . Granted they _are_ ex-hippies and quite liberal so...

Granted I did have a phase of that in 2008-9 and 2009-10 but I was still more functional than the average freshman at the party school I went to despite spending 3-4 semesters near-constantly drunk or high.

My holiday present to my dad? A bottle of VERY fine whisky. Which we shared. Apparently we even DRINK alike. His answer was a selection of VERY good beers. And there was the great conversation about smoking: "Did you smoke?" "Yep." "Don't let it be a habit, like we did ok?". When my friend told him sorry for letting me try a cigar he didn't even BOTHER, he just ribbed the guy. Best. Dad. EVER.

A conversation I had a few years ago with my dad: #QUOTE# '''Dad:''' "Now ----, I know you're at that age now and you're going to be trying a lot of things. Just be careful, keep your grades up, and don't get addicted. #QUOTE# '''Roarke:''' "Got it, Dad. And don't worry. I won't be doing any harder drugs like crack or--" #QUOTE# '''Dad:''' "Now, now, you never know, I'm just saying."

I think this might be me and my wife. A male friend of our daughter came out to us first to test the reaction people would have. Our reaction was, "So? Does he make you happy?" Relief was had.

This tropette's mom was very laid back. Her guidelines were: If you wanna date, you gotta be 15, I don't care if you're straight, gay, lesbian, bi, or omnisexual as long as you're happy, practice any religion you want, and no friends over unless house is clean and homework done. My dad was the complete opposite, but hey... opposites attract.