It's Official: I'm old and I hate the youth of today
March 10th 2008 22:16
I’ve finally arrived. I’m finally at that age where I look down upon the youth of today with contemptuous eyes. I justify these feelings by assuring myself that today’s youngsters really are more idle, cocky and spoilt – but not necessarily in that order – than I ever was.
It could be nothing more than the usual animosity that flows all too freely between generations and the exact sense of despair that my parents and their age group had (or should that be have?) about me and my friends. Maybe that’s just the nature of a generation gap.
People will suggest that there is an element of jealousy involved and that might very well be the case. I see people my age wearing the clothes of the day, desperately trying to stave off Father Time with whatever oversized sunglasses and tight fitting cardigans they can lay their hands on. Alas, they just look silly and, dare I say, a little sad. Even I have reached that plateau where I happen to celebrate the same birthday four years in a row. It would be hard to argue that there isn’t a part of me that wishes I could go back and even as I type now those timeless and famous words enter my head. ‘If only I knew then what I know now.’
In apportioning blame for today’s kids, I realised that I had to take a long, hard look in the mirror. I realised that me and my Generation X’ers are ultimately responsible for the sinister new breed, Generation Y. Oh yes, like Doctor Frankenstein, we created the monster. Not only have we paved the way for them with our own brand of youthful cockiness, but in many cases we’ve even given birth to these whipper-snappers. It could very well be the case that the blame sits squarely on our own shoulders.
We all want better for our children than we had, that’s part of being a responsible adult and parent, but it seems that giving them exactly what they want, when they want it, is a big part of the problem. My point is that there is merit in the struggle. There is merit in making your kids work for something they want. It helps teach value, understanding and even common sense.
We were more spoilt as children than our parents were and today’s kids are even more spoilt than we were and they’re certainly no better for it. Each passing generation seems to have things easier than the last yet complains twice as much. Respect has also been a victim, decreasing with every passing decade. A horrible thought just swept over me… God help Corey Worthington’s grandchildren! There’s just no hope.
Good grief, now I am sounding like an old fart. Right, that’s it… I’m off to buy myself an illuminous pink tee shirt, with an ‘ironic’ message on it, and some skinny jeans.
People will suggest that there is an element of jealousy involved and that might very well be the case. I see people my age wearing the clothes of the day, desperately trying to stave off Father Time with whatever oversized sunglasses and tight fitting cardigans they can lay their hands on. Alas, they just look silly and, dare I say, a little sad. Even I have reached that plateau where I happen to celebrate the same birthday four years in a row. It would be hard to argue that there isn’t a part of me that wishes I could go back and even as I type now those timeless and famous words enter my head. ‘If only I knew then what I know now.’
In apportioning blame for today’s kids, I realised that I had to take a long, hard look in the mirror. I realised that me and my Generation X’ers are ultimately responsible for the sinister new breed, Generation Y. Oh yes, like Doctor Frankenstein, we created the monster. Not only have we paved the way for them with our own brand of youthful cockiness, but in many cases we’ve even given birth to these whipper-snappers. It could very well be the case that the blame sits squarely on our own shoulders.
We all want better for our children than we had, that’s part of being a responsible adult and parent, but it seems that giving them exactly what they want, when they want it, is a big part of the problem. My point is that there is merit in the struggle. There is merit in making your kids work for something they want. It helps teach value, understanding and even common sense.
We were more spoilt as children than our parents were and today’s kids are even more spoilt than we were and they’re certainly no better for it. Each passing generation seems to have things easier than the last yet complains twice as much. Respect has also been a victim, decreasing with every passing decade. A horrible thought just swept over me… God help Corey Worthington’s grandchildren! There’s just no hope.
Good grief, now I am sounding like an old fart. Right, that’s it… I’m off to buy myself an illuminous pink tee shirt, with an ‘ironic’ message on it, and some skinny jeans.
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