The Sticker Economy

I find it remarkable how much my 3-year-old son — and presumably by extension most kids his age — go crazy for stickers. They don’t do anything, besides stick to a wall-chart. They don’t even necessarily have to lead to any better reward (10 stickers and we buy you a toy, etc.). It’s a completely false economy, and yet kids will modify their behaviour just to obtain stickers from their parents.

I started to wonder what age we grow out of that, and start to realise that the reward is so near zero that we’re effectively being tricked by our parents into behaving well for no reward.

My conclusion is “never”.

Here is the sticker chart on my wall. Players of Foursquare and its rivals modify their behaviour — to give a company a complete list of their location history so that they can use it for marketing purposes. In return, for each ever more excessive level of location-sharing, you get a sticker on your wall-chart. And not even a real sticker, just a 100×100 JPEG representing your achievement.

The only reason Foursquare badges appeal to grown-ups and wall-charts in our bedrooms don’t is that Foursquare is public and social — we can compare our badges with others’, and strive to have the most.

We never grow out of wanting a sticker. We just compound it with pride, greed, and the desire to be better than everyone else. Isn’t that worse?

Cherry Blossom and Reminiscence

Last night I ended up watching the last few episodes of an anime series called Cardcaptor Sakura, which by my reckoning is at least ten years since I watched it all the way through as a kid.

At the time, I suppose the main character’s relentlessly chirpy attitude had quite an effect on me. I watched a lot of similar stuff around that time, and somehow the idea that being somewhat self-sacrificing and being constantly happy at people would Make Everything Okay got stuck in my head.

Actually it seemed to work pretty well when I was that age, but that attitude probably got stuck for rather too long — case in point, here’s me still spaffing Cardcaptor Sakura song lyrics on my LiveJournal at age 19. Of course, approaching life with the attitude of a fictional, supernaturally-chirpy 10-year-old girl didn’t really survive first contact with University life, and certainly not with fatherhood.

But watching the series again still makes me happy, both to see the characters fall in love again, and to remind myself how glad I am that I am no longer that naive.

And kind of confused that, despite the first time I watched Cardcaptor Sakura seeming so recent, it was nearly half my lifetime ago.