Not an opinion, but a fact according to research and psychologists.
Having hyper-controlling parents at age 13 predicts less support in romantic relationships by the age of 29, a lower likelihood of even being on a relationship at 32 and less academic achievement by the age of 32.
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I don't see a connection between that article and violent criminals. This article is interesting, because it tells the story before Erik and Lyle re-wrote their history to suit their needs. They had a strict father with high expectations who balanced lectures with love to encourage excellence. Their mother was accommodating, always driving them where they had to go and occasionally completing their homework.
After the murders, Lyle was eager to replace his father, but he lacked shrewd financial management. He dressed and acted the part, but he threw money around like it was worthless, and had no financial success.
"Apparently surprised as he snacked and watched television in the family room,
Jose Menendez, a 45-year-old Cuban immigrant who ran a Van Nuys video company, was
shot at point-blank range in the back of the head. Four other blasts ripped into his arms and thigh.
His wife,
Mary Louise, whom everybody called Kitty, tried to run but got no more than a few feet away. The killers seemed intent on doing far more than ending a life: They
disfigured her with 10 blasts: four into the head and one that nearly severed her hand. Although they had just filled the neighborhood with the sounds of shotgun fire, the killers seemed to be in no hurry to flee. They patiently gathered the shell casings from among the pools of blood on the Oriental rug and parquet floor before leaving.
Erik, in an interview later, “These aren’t just two people. These are our parents.”
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Lyle, the dominant, emotionally cool older brother who seemed driven to match his father’s amazing accomplishments, and Erik, the vulnerable one who dreamed of a pro tennis career, now sit in Los Angeles County Jail, having pleaded not guilty to charges that could bring the death penalty.
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Erik was extremely close to his mother, who taxied her sons back and forth to tennis practice. And Lyle admired his father so much that he bored friends by quoting him and retelling the incredible story of Jose’s rise, by sheer force of will and hard work, from an immigrant who washed dishes to an executive who wielded power in the boardrooms of America’s elite companies.
After the slayings, in fact,
Lyle eerily took on his father’s role in the family and jumped immediately into a feverish string of business deals in an apparent effort to prove himself an heir not only to his father’s fortune but also to his legend.
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Jose Menendez was a larger-than-life character who possessed great charm and intense drive. He was in command of every situation, arrived first at every conclusion and out-hustled every competitor. He also exercised great power over his household and hammered into his sons the ethic of success and achievement.
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Still,
what Jose Menendez wanted for his sons was no more than what many success-oriented families want for their children. If he drove them hard on the tennis court, yelling and coaching from the sidelines, so do many others. No one can remember Jose Menendez ever striking his sons. After all, he prided himself on his insight into human nature. He wasn’t a ham-handed disciplinarian. If he was tough and prone to lecture, he also hugged his kids frequently to show that he loved them, according to friends and relatives.
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Almost immediately after the slayings, the brothers’ behavior began to attract the attention of police. Lyle went on a shopping spree, picking up several thousand dollars’ worth of clothes, and was seen cruising around Princeton, N.J., in a rented limousine, with a bodyguard. Within a few weeks after the deaths, he bought a $64,000 special edition Porsche Carrera.
A friend who asked Lyle how he was bearing up was flabbergasted to hear his answer: “Well, I’ve been waiting so long to be in a position like this that the transition came easy.”
1990
ON A MILD SUNDAY last summer, a string of "popping sounds" drifted through the lazy night air of Beverly Hills around 10 o'clock.
www.latimes.com