Monday, June 27, 2005
'Entitled Generation'. So have the new batch of twenty-something-year-olds officially been dubbed e.g. my kids. Born to a boon economic landscape and relative world peace (9/11 and the Iraq war were the first events to rock their little Edens), life has been an imbricated tapestry of chauffeured rides, parent-picked teachers, tutors, trips abroad, quality cuisine, and unmitigated 'enrichment.' Their closets are stuffed with esteem-building awards they started getting at age two and now these prince and princesses of the 21st century await their rightful lifestyles (just as soon as they are done with their $160K's-worth of undergraduate college). How apropos that a friend would spot my son working his third summer at the yawn-boggling Registry of Motor Vehicles today. Not exactly the kind of place you would expect to find an entitled kid..."Anna my dear, he looked very out of place," she laughed. "Next to those pasty career bureaucrats he stood: golden brown from the sun, turquoise-blue bedroom eyes, RL white polo t-shirt, baby-blue-and-white striped seer-sucker shorts. Pop collar. He looked as if he just stepped off a 40 ft sailboat and errantly missed the turn to the yacht club." Ah, comic relief indeed. A pause on the telephone. "Wait excuse me..., did you just say 'turquoise-blue bedroom eyes'?" Jesus. Thanks to Demi Moore we now have forty-something women preying on babes from the cradle...
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