Full disclosure: my parenting style is best described as inconsistent. Some days, I let everybody eat candy at 10 am. Other days, I’m chasing people around saying they can’t even look at a processed grain until they’ve had a vegetable paired with a protein.
But when it comes to monitoring my kids’ (age 9 and 11) film selections, my husband and I are fairly cohesive. We don’t mind if they see mature themes, as long as a) we can watch with them and b) the movie’s messaging aligns with our values. (Case in point: I haven’t shown them the highly problematic Grease, despite the fact that I loved it as a kid.)
Additionally, the reality is that, with a brother just two years older than her, my daughter often consumes things a hair past her comprehension level; she watched Jurassic Park as a 6-year-old and was well-versed in the Potter-verse when most of her schoolmates were still doing Dr. Seuss.
But The Hunger Games? The ultimate in tween-y dystopia about a society where, once a year, “tributes” are thrown into an arena and forced to fight to the death? Should I allow a fourth-grader to watch kid-on-kid violence? Well, reader, I did…and I don’t regret it. Here’s my advice.







