Saving you from yourself.

The latest thing in cereal is branded websites. You log onto the Lucky Charms site, Count Chocula, whatever, and apparently there are games and activities and stuff.

Well the nannies are all butthurt because these websites *gasp* encourage you to buy their cereal! They figure that Tony the Tiger should be telling kids to eat their vegetables.

This is exactly why Generation Y is full of self-entitled butthurt fuckatrds. Their parents never tell them no, their teachers grade with purple pens instead of red because i'ts a color that doesn't hurt children's feelings, and they are so overly protectived to the point of having no real clue what the real world is like.

I remember discussing this idea after Gilmore Girls jumped the shark towards the end, where Rory Gilmore, who everyone on the show loves and adores and praises (and to her credit, she did get into Yale and was top of her classes from Kindergarten through 12th grade), drops her life-long dream of being a journalist because the guy she interned with (who happen's to be her Bf's father, whose wife wasn't too fond of her common ancestory) tells her she doesn't have "it." He's the best of the business, and rather than get fired up by this, she proves him right by DROPPING OUT OF YALE.

One guy. One guy in her 21 years of life who didn't bow at the alter of wonderfulness than was Rory Gilmore.



It's a fictional show, but that's kind of where the next generation is headed. The current generation may be the most well-protected against harm, but they have no coping skills when things don't go their way.

Didn't we discuss something awhile back about NASA having to send their younger engineers to critical thinking classes because they lacked those skills?

As much as I don't like Mickey D's, they aren't hiding anything.

The nutrition facts of their food are available.

The first symptom I ever noticed were careers. My paternal grandfather worked for one company for 50 years. Literally, 50 years. He had no intention of retiring, but the doctors made him retire a few weeks short of his 51st anniversary with the company. He loved that company and the company reciprocated, as much as any company can.

My dad is quickly approaching his 33rd year with his LE Agency. He likes having the option of popping the cork at any time after 25 years. He's working on his own terms now. But, he has no intention of retiring until mandatory retirement at 60 even though he'd actually make more money retired than he makes right now.

Quite frankly, my generation doesn't have that luxury or safety net. Look at my own career. I've been with four different agencies in 15 years. Whether you're a cop or an accountant, if you float from place to place, you're still a cop or accountant, but I have no illusion of being in the same place for an entire career.

Even now, as I type this, I'm thinking about taking out student loans and going to *gasp* law school.

^Law school, at your age?

May have been someone else, but that wouldn't surprise me. A chem teacher I had told the class that he got into a fraternity with all the eggheads at y, and six of his fellow freshmen attemted suicide that year because they got B+'s for the first time in life.

Why not? My mom is 58 and she just finished her Doctorate. It's never to late.

Oh, shit! For the first time since I've known you, I just realized that I'm about old enough to be your father.

I'll be 38 this year.

DSN, yep.

Yeah, all this time, I thought Elwood was in his forties. Somehow, I doubt his mother had him at fifteen.

It sure explains the CheekyMonkey relationship, though.

My dad says I was a grumpy 60 year-old man on the day I was born.

I have contemplated a law degree. I think Intellectual Property law will be big for the next few years. But I really wanted to be working for awhile--you know, contributing to society (and fattening my invetsment portfolio).